I was at a department, inside there was an otaku con, the place was very narrow. I was watching all the illustration artists and their beautiful works. After that I went to a friend's room, there were some friends and a cute girl. I went away and appeared downtown trying to cross the street but behind me was a lgbt protest. An old big muscular man was being bullied by all those people. I kept walking until I reached my old school. I went inside and there was some kind of ceremony. All my social awkwardness striked, I was standing searching for a place to sit, I was wearing a big uncomfortable black coat and I was doing weird movements with my hands hur dur. After that I saw old school friends all grown up and with their own life's, unlike me.