There were about three or four drunk people in the living room while I was simultaneously massaging my clenched jaws and writing code. I was on a cushion with some kind of computer program that narrated my current surroundings a text-based adventure game. “What the fuck is this?” someone asked, pointing at my screen. “What’s what?” I replied. I wasn’t quite sure what the issue was, after all it wasn’t really any of their business. “‘What was once a drink?’ who talks like that?” was their attempt at clarification. I still wasn’t sure what they were blabbering about for I knew for a fact that string of words never appears in my code. I showed them the raw code and attempted to tell them that this is everything that could ever surface when running the program and more, but they seemed to refuse to listen.

When I looked back from the seat that I got out from, I realized that everyone sat facing the same way and that I was now in front of them. I am not sure why at that moment I felt compelled to ask what everyone thought was the takeaway of the book we were reading. I had initially only gotten up to get some water but now I couldn’t sit back down as everyone was actually answering the question.

I was at the airport when the fire alarm went off. We were told that we did not have to exit the building but rather had to perform this sequence of actions where we started and stopped running repeatedly. Everyone did it in sync.

Someone from the neighboring room walked into mine saying something about the music that was playing. “What’s your playlist?” he asked. I told him that I unfortunately only had one song from the artist. While I was scrolling through the music on my phone he commented on how he wanted my phone theme.

I was standing next to a bar table in someone’s house. Someone kept asking to sleep with me and I told them to bother someone else. I fell back as my now-blue corpse slid into a puddle in the middle of the street as it became daytime.

I woke up from a dream where I was running through a indoor tiled area - probably a kitchen of some sort. I had no interest in remembering this dream. This was partly because I was lazy and partly because of the fact that I tended to discard dreams that I couldn’t recall enough details for. I looked at the blank notepad behind my bed and realized that something was off.

My brother got a notification that his Taiwanese citizenship status had been revoked. They added a clause that as a result his wife was now also exempt from being a Taiwanese citizen. They noted the reason was that the international records for his location were inconsistent and they concluded that his identity must have been a fraud. He was supposedly supposed to be in Japan but they also had records that he was in Singapore. In actuality, we were in Taiwan.

I tried to open a rather large .zip file on my computer when I message popped up announcing that my activity was being tracked. I looked up the at TV that hung from one of the pillars in the cafeteria and saw the news reporting about how there were currently 11 Americans on trial for piracy.

My brother finally figured out how to parse my commonly used username. He thought it was pronounced “cdowcdow”.

I had opened Snapchat to see that someone had a snap in their story from “Dec 1, 1969″. When I opened it, it totaled about 60 seconds of someone dancing in front of a window in their living room.