A Really Weird Day at Vietnam

Date: 4/12/2018

I dreamt that I was on Vietnam along with my friends and family for *I don't exactly know, but I presumed that it was because of my ECA*. We were to go swimming at night with lights (You know, like the fountains with lights) but it was cancelled due to a reason I don't know about. Cut to this: My friends and classmates from a mathematic competition have changed their currency to Vietnamese but I haven't yet. Someone pushed us to a kitchen of a house. There, we suddenly got chills all over our body and hurried the freak out of the place. What I found weird was we were sitting on the living room if the said house but we didn't feel anything peculiar. I could not change my currency because I could not find the money changing shop. My friend from an ECA told me that they could not change currency because the money changer... *closed? ran out of money for exchange?* I was also recognized as the owner of a shop I walked on. I recognized the customer as my schoolmate 2 years junior of me but with a more mature physique. I told her in my native language that I am not the store owner. When we returned to the guest school, there was a play (but I am sure it is just a dance performance) about royals on ancient times, Asian of origin. I was sitting on a nipa hut with a bunch of individuals, most notably a woman who sells a delicacy made of fruits (I recognized blueberries and some red berries on the not-so-mushed mixyure on a bowl she was carrying). A weird thing is that we referred to the delicacy as "balaclava". For those of you who didn't know what a balaclava is, it is a hat that covers most of the face. (Writer's Note: I don't know if it is because of the dream, or if I am an idiot :P.) Cut to night: I am at the second floor of the school building and all I remember is passing by (not really) a play that looks like a haunted house gimmick on the grounds as it plays "Dance with My Father" by Luther Vandross.