bangladesh is not near japan.

my family and i were flying to bangladesh for our vacation. as our plane was landing i kept thinking, “this plane will sink right into the water! that floating runway isn’t big enough to hold us.” and yet we landed safe and sound.

everything was floating, or at least surrounded by, water. i kept gazing intently at the little houses that had brightly colored roofs. the exterior, except for the windows and roofs, was all the same kind of sandy-color. they were like adobe huts.

we got to the house we were staying at, which had a bright purple roof. as soon as we stepped inside our floating home it began to pour outside. i felt the floors beneath me creak and slide as the water beneath us became rough. i looked at my mother and said, “i can’t wait to tell everyone about this!” 

i ran outside in the downpour and jumped onto a small bamboo raft. i felt it sink and start to fill with water, so i rolled out of it and onto our deck. mom was laughing at me.

“we’re right next to japan,” dad remarked.

“really? that means we can stop by tokyo for dinner!” i exclaimed, very excited to practice my japanese language skills.

i was standing on the edge of a large cliff shaped like an anvil. the rock and dirt beneath my toes was red, like colorado’s sand. there was a samurai in front of me, a very tall and wise old man with long white hair that billowed in the wind. he glanced back at me, grinned, and stood up. i was about to say something to him when he leapt off of the cliff’s edge and descended through the clouds.

i woke up.