I was at my aunts apartment and looked out of the window to see a toddler and his father playing on the roof of another building. The father had a variety of tools with him, including one to rotate the metal girder perpendicular to the building so that it reached all the way to our side. This is when the child starts to cry as they’re being carried over a gap about 15 stories off the ground. I waved at the father and he waved back with a smile.

We were running on the highway to catch an airplane that was departing soon. Someone wasn’t going to be joining us because they decided that they wanted to sleep in instead. My mother asked me when I “g[o]t so good at waking up” in the mornings. I told her that it was due to a constant state of anxiety. My sister-in-law crossed the road without looking and produced, what she herself described as, a loud “sonorous sound” when she nearly collided with a car around the corner.

We were racing in a residential area with our swing cars. I was on a red one. As we rolled down the hill to the roundabout, I heard cheering from one of the houses behind us but I was unable to locate which one it came from. I steered from side to side at a constant rate to climb up the hill as I approached someone ahead of me. I started to loudly hum a tune from Mario Kart as I surpassed him.

We were trying to book a time to watch a documentary somewhere. It proved to be too difficult to reserve a room so we had the choice of either postponing it or doing it earlier.

I woke up late and started running for my class in the performance arts building. When I went through the main entrance, I was singing the opening lines of Cruel Angel’s Thesis and the people standing on the upper levels continued from where I left off. I gave a weak clap while quickly moving for the classroom.

I was watching a television series with someone while sitting on the grass during a sunny afternoon. They asked me what the various Chinese characters that showed up throughout were and I had to admit that I didn’t know some of them. They continued talking about how they personally knew the producer of the show and met in person a few times.

We finished watching what seemed to be a Cantonese heist movie set in Thailand in our living room. We looked to the cabinets in our kitchen and saw some bags rustling about. We were pretty certain that a rat was eating our bread, or at least was attempting to bite through the plastic. When my dad and I approached, we noticed that it was one of those albino lab rats, suggesting it was something more akin to a lost pet. It quickly scurried onto the floor and the front door. My dad picked up the rat and plopped it into the toilet bowl after which it swam away on its own.

I walked into the cafeteria for a late night snack and the area was pretty populated for how late it was. The lighting was aggressively fluorescent as I made my order at the grill. For some reason, they also gave me some change for something I had supposedly bought a week ago. I told them that I remembered there being bills as well but it didn’t matter.

We wanted to figure out if art projects expanded with heat so we first had to set up the large coiled heater that was sitting in the middle of the classroom. I apologized for not coming to the lab section last week because I couldn’t find the room (I wasn’t aware that the location had changed). We first had to connect a thick cable to the heating unit and I asked why the two subwires didn’t need to be plugged in as well. Apparently just plugging in the central one was enough.

Our task was to find a reliable way to figure out the length of “perceived time” while watching a video of two people talking outside of a cafe. We were to somehow see if political affiliation would affect how much time someone thought had passed during the 5 minute clip.