I can't remember much of my dream, but I was in a traditional Jap style house.
I opened one of those wooden frame doors with paper windows and found a dark dark hallway, looked into it and felt scared.
For some reason I felt a sense of de ja vu, as if I've been there before and suddenly got flashbacks of a dark sewer system and voices of people screaming.
I took a few steps in, but my dad calls me back.
He was all ready to go fishing, holding a fishing rod in one hand and the tackle box in the other.
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