I was managing some documents when there was suddenly a shooting on the dock. I never got the chance to ask when I would receive the papers back. It seemed like I was the first to notice but the others quickly picked up on what was happening. “They didn’t even shoot the right person!” someone behind me shouted. I’m not even sure what it really mattered for the reality was someone shot another person within 10 meters of were I was standing before they went running off.

My dad was visiting my dorm and when he came into my room he commented on the amount of clothes that were laying around. He said how there were too many and as a result it doubled as noise cancellation. He then pointed to my bed and asked why I had so many folders laid out. “I don’t usually put them on my table” I replied.

I was walking through a sewer system and everything was covered in plastic wrap - ourselves included. We sometimes had to hide in the crevices by the side to avoid the gaze of the sewer mummies. After wandering around, we finally found our way into an office. This room was also tightly coated with plastic wrap except for a small area around a glass door. As I trekked towards it, someone behind said how we might as well leave our marks on the world, or else we would harbor a future with no poets or artists.

I was walking up a long windy hall of stairs with white walls and neon lights. The words of advice from the previous classes were engraved between each step. One of them was a quote about some theory on the current state of affairs between politicians and economists.

I was in the middle of a shopping mall and trying to climb out of some kind of cage-like construction made out of metal bars. Just when I was about to step out, a small boy obstructed my path. He seemed very determined to keep me inside. Instead over climbing over or to the side, I went below and out and he was unable to catch me. People were trying to tickle me as I squeezed out of the opening.

I was watching a movie with a friend and he seemed to know the plot while I didn’t. An old man was walking by a bench in park on a foggy morning and a velociraptor popped out from the side. He seemed unfazed and kept on walking.

We were in some kind of museum and there was a display of realistic sculptures of Pokemon. One of them was a toad with six legs and none of us were able to deduce what it was.

The two balls of fur that were crammed into the casing for an eraser were in reality a blind albino guinea pig and its offspring. When it unfurled itself, the parent asked if it could finally get a name. The water bottle would move on its own in the same direction as long as I never lifted it from the table. The man sitting on the couch got angry over the guinea pigs’ new freedom for their existence “ruined the architecture of [his] poem”. Then the larger one ate some of his cabbage from a plastic box.

Morning was settling in and so I got up to brush my teeth. I felt a sharp pain in my left molars so I stepped in front of the mirror. I was informed that it was apparently an early onset of “brooming”, a kind of orange growth that sprouts on teeth.

We were sitting in a large outdoor amphitheater in daylight. People were leaving and going upstairs into an indoor theater. I followed them and sat down in a seat in a dark room scattered with chairs and CRT televisions. We were here to watch a documentary with seventh graders. There must have been at least 200 of us in total in the room. The chairs were arranged in clusters and faced towards the closest screen.