There was an extremely loud screeching noise and I was looking at a dog that seemed visibly disturbed by it.

My family was standing around the kitchen and I was holding a cold convenience-store-bought hamburger. I popped it into the microwave for 10 seconds while absentmindedly looking at the television in front of the white couch. It wasn’t like our home to have unpainted walls but that’s neither here nor there. I took my food back out and walked around to the bar table to start eating. My brother was talking about how he didn’t like his chicken sandwich to which my mother, standing in front of the sink with the aforementioned sandwich in her hand, asked me about the quality of sandwiches from the store. I replied that I knew of them having some good ones but I wasn’t sure about the chicken sandwich.

We were walking through a desert lit by moonlight and to left of us was the border of the neighboring country. The boundary was marked by a natural dirt ledge of about knee-height. The two of us walked along this border until we got to a dining table set for 6 with white tablecloth lit by outdoor lamps. Before we started our meal you wanted to show me your project with dancing animatronics. Different colored lights would be lit under each figure as they took turns making their motions - otherwise you were only able to see their silhouettes against the night sky. You made this when you were 13 and it was something that was performed before every dinner that was eaten out here.

Our assignment was to use one page of space to depict the cultural responses to grief in Europe and Japan. Someone asked if I was okay partway working on the project. I had only just started and drawn/sculpted two heads emerging from the page. I was painting blue and orange triangular patterns between the two heads.

The two of us were standing in front of an indoor amusement park. It was the kind that was designed for kids inside of a mall. We looked at what seemed to be penguins with extravagant red “crowns” that grew out of the sides of their faces. we interpreted these as being the children that the area was made for.

I was chasing, or being chased by, someone in circles in a small room. There was a window on one side that had a night view of the city below us. The walls and floors were made of dark brown wooden boards. A third party was sitting somewhere to the side, making a comment that “moms fail.” I don’t remember under what context they made this remark, however.

I was taking a biology exam and the questions pertained to the change in variation throughout a population. There was a picture of dirt and grass to the left of the problems. Two or three people were sitting next to me discussing the questions and how all of the answers in a specific multiple choice question could be valid with the right kind of reasoning.