November 18, 2014

We were watching some kind of sports game and I was sitting at one of the corners at the very front of the bleachers. I couldn’t find my parents and suddenly the players were gone as well. Apparently our seats had descended and now we were looking at an identical field one story below the original. It felt a bit like a parking lot, with its concrete pillars and walls.

An acquaintance from elementary school was with me and we were trying to look for a way out. She pointed out that to the left was an old swimming pool, long dried with its tiling crumbling apart. However instead I focused on the remains of a large statue that must have been knocked down a while ago. All that remained was a foot the size of a small car with a pile of rubble around it.

We now walked through a glass corridor with a roller coaster that looped along the raised walkway. We were in Macau.

–I had just arrived in Kyoto from somewhere further north by train. I was holding onto an essay that I had been meaning to turn in as I tried to check into a familiar hotel.

(The hotel had a similar feel to the one from October 22 however it was in the middle of the city instead of being next to a river)