I was walking around in public when I saw a group of F1 Drivers, indlucing Yuki Tsunoda. I'm like "omg hi Yuki Tsunoda". In dead silence he threw me on the ground like Kiryu and it knocked the wind out of me so hard I woke up.
I was with a group, somewhere in Japan I believe. We were entering a busy, run-down restaurant and were escorted to the second floor. The second floor had black marble flooring, walls, and ceiling. There was a central aisle to walk through, with chairs and tables lined along the walls on elevated platforms. Between each set of tables were shoji screens and gigantic Kyoto-style dolls. There were accents of gold everywhere.