I was reported for not using the right kind of fake blood on the set. It had gotten into the food that we were swiping around on the white tiled floor.

I was standing at the bottom of a dune in the middle of the night when I saw a couple hunting lions. The woman would act startled and run down while the man stayed in hiding until the lion followed. The man would later shift into a lion himself, chasing behind the beast. The two cats ran past me on the right while I averted their trajectory by going up and to the left. I asked the woman if their whole maneuver was planned beforehand due to how well it was executed. She told me how originally she was going to shout into the night sky about being able to see “spirits and the stars” until realizing that its meaning would be lost on the animal.

It was night time as we stood on the patio of my childhood home. A family was getting their picture taken while someone else was talking about the seasonal nature of the fruit trees. One tree bore large olives the size of watermelons. The branches were strained and fractured by the weight when a small child attempted to climb the tree to pluck one of the fruits off. The other fruit tree resembled a kind of flowery banana. Apparently the “french fries” wouldn’t be ripe until the summer when they turned into an orange hue.

I got a call from my parents asking if I was in Hong Kong. I repeated to them that the flight I got onto hours ago did not go to Hong Kong. Apparently someone posted an old photo of a lunch we had together on my Facebook wall and my parents were led to believe it happened recently.

We were carrying “the philosopher” across the bridge and someone complained about how they wished that they got to be in the cart. I told them that if that were the case, they would constantly be leading the “shit wars” and it would not be a desirable experience. After all, there was more to leadership than the luxury of your servants.

We watched a timelapse of a heatmap depicting places of criminal activity over the course of a night.

We had just picked up our baggage but we were unable to find the area to declare our items. We simply had a few sealed bags of dry snacks with us but my mother insisted that they had to be declared. “Should we have even carried these with us then?” I asked. “No.” was the response.*

We walked into our new house and I asked my dad what floor we would be staying at. “The sixth” he replied. “On which [floor] are we getting married?” I further inquired. “Not here” was the response. I reasoned that I must be living on the fifth floor with the knowledge that my bedroom would be a floor below my parents’. “How many floors are there?” I asked again - and then additionally asked in the kitchen below ground floor counted as the first floor or the basement.

We sat around the table in a restaurant for lunch and we were introducing ourselves before we started our meals for it was the beginning of the year. We were to say our names as well as one “relatable” thing about ourselves. Of the two people preceding me, one talked about how they go to the library sometimes but later retracted that statement. The other mentioned how they were playing a game set in the time period of colonial Taiwan. When it got to my turn, I blanked out and was unable to say anything until the group just skipped over me. When it was time for the girl to the right to introduce herself, she was cut off and corrected for saying her own name wrong.

I was watching a stream of someone playing a UMS Starcraft:Brood War game. It seemed to be not working as intended or massively unbalanced in a way so they opened up the map in the map editor in an attempt to fix it.