April 25, 2015

It was night time and we were on a docked boat. One could enter the interior both from the door and a ladder that went straight down. I told my brother and sister-in-law that this was how they prevented flooding. They replied that they were sorry for always eating on the deck, bringing colonies of ants onto the boat.

It was now daytime and we were given a tour of the top of the boat. Our guide was pointing to a boat that was right next to us and told us how the red paint on its hull had been scratched off by people on the shore. I replied that they must have been really angry.

We were now at a ferry terminal and my brother was lining up for fried rice with clams. I was right behind in and only halfway in the line until the people behind myself went past me, to which I yielded my spot and assumed that my brother would buy enough for all of us.

I needed to use the restroom so I ran down the hill through a garden until I reached a room with a toilet and massage chairs. I saw the number 427 on the wall and thought that it might have had some relation to the current time.