I lived in a traditional old-style Japanese castle and wore elegant kimonos. On the walls, there were some gold-encrusted frames. They read, above an empty wall, "Never forget the clumsy boy who knocked down this wall" I pushed it and it fell over. I walked into the small area and closed it back up and went to check my secret money stash and as I (somehow) expected there was a note saying "not a very good secret hiding place". Afterward, I walked around the back porch and garden. I saw three little girls who were each playing around. When I began to walk away from them they started to pray to the insect god because they had been toying with some insects. Before I leave one of the children says "I wish that man would stop taking pictures of me"