I was lying down inside near the mouth of a cave, looking upwards at the roof. It was still light out. We were writing with gold ink on the cave walls that were a rough charcoal black with streaks of turquoise.

There was a corpse on the ground made out of candy and we were invited to eat flavored sand. Someone was retelling the story of how a group of economics majors held the Doyle Owl for 14 days in a fort that they built in the middle of a swamp. One of the members of the group had apparently received multiple revelations during their last few days and foresaw the person who would steal it. When the day came, he stepped out of the fort, spread his arms open to the sky and sprinted at inhuman speeds towards the perpetrator, knocking him into the path of a speeding car.

I was having lunch on a Thursday when someone came up to tell me that for our next class we were going to be playing a word game. One person was to give a description of something and another was supposed to respond with something else that had a quality of the the first that wasn’t mentioned. The first example was “Aristotelian air” and wine for they both shared the quality of “flowing all around the body”.

There were a large number of people in the gym and the right half of it was converted into a bowling alley. Students and their parents alike populated the gymnasium. A mother called out to her daughter from a distance, “you take Pragmatics, go talk to Clark” while pointing in my general direction. She seemed to be embarrassed by this remark and ran off with her hands over her face.

There was a potted plant which resembled celery with its leaves cut off in front of me. Someone online asked me what dreams smelled like. So then I sent a friend a text asking what the ground over there smelled like along with a picture of the muddy grass in front of me. He replied that it smelled like “traditionally wild tomatoes and dinosaurs” which I interpreted as an earthy and “generally reptilian” scent.

Our Humanities conference was taking place in a meeting room around a glass table. We were surrounded by large windows and panes of glass. Only 20 minutes were left and we managed to not talk about anything at all. I was erasing some pencil streaks on the table while thinking of something to say. I hadn’t taken any notes due to our unfruitful discussion.

I had prepared to leave for classes 15 minutes early but when I was about to depart I couldn’t find my bag. I ran all over campus and walked through some event going on in the gym where one had to climb a high pole and then grab a book from the shelf. This book was then to be the source of quotes for the person’s next paper. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into as I got to the top, realizing that I was supposed to grab a book and jump down at the same time.

We were fighting over the corpse of a recently deceased artist. We were really only interested in obtaining the head as some kind of trophy but the body remained intact. None of the limbs had separated but they were being tossed around like some limp rag doll. After a while, the others had forgotten about this whole ordeal and I managed to get my hands on the body. As I was carrying it away, someone shouted goodnight to me across the courtyard which reminded everyone else what they were here for. I was spotted and everyone was now chasing me.

We had a physics project where we had to create our own remote control helicopter that was to break the record altitude. We had a lot of issues with mapping the controls onto the buttons of our controller because the manual we were given was printed in black and white. “I’ll go look for the original manual” I said as I left the room. I remember that at one point I did see how the red, green, blue, yellow buttons were supposed to be mapped. I failed to find this original manual but I forgot that I intended to do so, so I returned to the room empty-handed. We pressed different buttons on the controller without response until someone reminded us that we forgot to program it in. “Well, fuck it.” someone said, “We’ll just map the buttons to whatever.”

I was riding a taxi with my family and while turning we managed to hit a parked car. After going further we made a U-turn and my dad told the taxi to stop. The rest of us weren’t sure if we were stopping because we hit the car or because we had arrived at our destination. It was pouring when we got out of the car. Everyone was holding their umbrellas while I was still fumbling with trying to get mine from my backpack. After finding the sleeve for it, I realized that my umbrella was open and on the ground. I picked it up and started walking along everyone else.