I dream that I’m trying to hijack a building with my cousin and the whole thing feels like a deja vu. We ride up to the 45th floor, then pose as workers and hang posters on the elevator saying it’s broken and to use the other one. So far so good. We get in the elevator and my cousin pushes a button. “We’re supposed to be going up, not down,” I say. “I want to see the ocean,” she replies.

On the 44th floor there’s a vast open space covered in luxury swimming pools, it’s a sight to behold. The residents are all over, laughing, playing, swimming. We pass a waterfall, it’s artificial but it feels like the real thing; we keep walking, and I say, “Where are you going? We’re on a rooftop!” My cousin silently points at the stone path we’re walking on, and indeed we’re somewhere different. It starts raining.