I had a dream I was back in Tokyo.

I was back there, I remember the dream from a semi-3rd-person point of view. I was sent there, I don’t really know why or something like that, and it was constantly dark.

Tokyo. I hardly have a recollection of Tokyo at all. All I remember is just what I saw later on, but seems like I knew Tokyo very well in the dream, and that I was actually there.

At a certain point I remember sitting in a bus, thinking “hey, I know that person sitting in the seat in front of me.” The bus looked like a Danish bus, probably like line 14, the one that runs through Norreport and one of the Jordan Rundt cafés.

At another specific point I remember sitting outside. It was an open area, there were a few people saying things and running around. I was standing watching them. It was dark, and the walls of the tall buildings around the pretty-much empty lot were white. There was hardly any light. The ground was damp. (continue reading..)