2026-04-18

My mom was driving a car and I was the sole passenger. She was speeding a lot and I was pretty worried about that. She then runs over a poor white fluffy dog. I look back through the back window and saw it fall onto its side. It might have died but we did not slow down or go back.

We then arrive at an outdoor, forest-y place (a park?) I wanted to go to the public bathroom right in front of us but I somehow felt fear, so I asked my mom to go in together. The bathroom was very bright and almost cozy and I felt instant relief. It was like a box, maybe 2~4 times bigger than an accessible bathroom, and had natural sunlight pouring in. There was a metal object that looked like one of those hostile architecture "chairs" and below it was a little mound of grass, moss and rocks. 

it seemed like we were supposed to stand and lean against the chair to pee. I peed and saw my urine mixed with a bit of period blood trickle on the grass.

In the next part of my dream I was in a building that I understood was very tall and possibly big, connected to many areas. It felt like a department store or a hotel somehow. I was interning in the US, and I seemed to have just arrived - a few people were around me. Suddenly, news broke out that war has started. I worry about my position and how I might get trapped in a foreign country but everybody reassures me saying this is probably the safest place because of its association with the government.

A guy in a black suit takes me around but leaves me midway. I was standing in a narrow and small place in front of an elevator, which reminds me of Donki or the new Big Camera in Sapporo station. The surroundings seemed to be like a supermarket or something and I remember seeing a few flyer for discounted food.

I tried getting on the elevator to go to other floors, and I pass by two teenage girls who looked at me disgustingly or mockingly. I get off the elevator and see a low display shelf with a whiteboard plastered on the side so you can draw a handwritten ad or something. I was scribbling using colourful whiteboard pens when my dream ended. Maybe someone called me or joined me at the last moments of my dream, possibly a white man, but I do not remember well.