I found an old arcade hidden underneath a shopping centre car park. All the machines were switched on, but instead of games they showed recordings of places I recognised from childhood. The floor was covered in shallow water that reflected the neon lights perfectly. Every time I walked past a machine, it added credits by itself. At the back of the arcade was a racing cabinet with my name already on the leaderboard, even though I had never played it before. When I sat down, the screen changed to a live view of the arcade from above, and I could see someone standing directly behind me.
I was climbing a spiral staircase inside a huge stone tower. Every floor looked identical except for one object placed in the centre of the room: a bicycle, a television, a birthday cake, a sleeping fox. The higher I climbed, the louder the sound of waves crashing became, even though there were no windows. When I finally reached the top floor, I opened a wooden door and found myself standing underwater, breathing normally while moonlight shone from above.
I was walking through an empty train station late at night while it rained indoors from the ceiling. Every departure board only showed my name instead of destinations. I found a suitcase sitting alone on a bench, but when I opened it, it was full of moving goldfish swimming in mid-air. A voice over the tannoy said, “You missed it again,” and all the lights suddenly went out.