Last night I dreamt traveled to someplace in America. Somewhere a bit alternative. Not California, but similar. Mountains- maybe Colorado. Camping. Met an interesting persona. A guy who lived in a 60 year old pickup truck. With a decent shack on the back. One of those pint-sized Toyotas. It said “Foyoza” though. I wondered why it didn’t say “Toyoza.” I went to a public pool. There I noticed all my tattoos were gone. I had racing stripes of sun thickened skin. I walked into the bathroom and noticed a mix between a bed and a chaise lounge in the shower as I pulled a grilled cheese out of my hair. Went outside and saw my dad mumbling-saying traveling is good and you can meet interesting people. I realized I wanted to do that and set my sights to Hawaii-my first adventure. People spilled out from nowhere in masses. A large festival must’ve just finished. When I awoke I was genuinely surprised to find myself in South Korea. It inexplicably felt like the states.