We had ordered in “personalized” pizza and someone walking by behind us asked if we had it delivered. “No, we picked it up by ourselves” someone answered. I wasn’t able to sense the presence of sarcasm in their response.

Our van drove off and we left someone at the gas station because of his weight. When I questioned it, someone replied that they wouldn’t let us through the gate to their private property if he was in the car.

Room Abby 119C: how to act towards other people.

My aunt and uncle were complaining that her daughter was looking for excuses to stay home even though she was already an adult. They said how she was settling with an unsatisfactory job with low pay when she has the potential to do much better. What was even worse, they complained, was that she wasn’t saving any of the money she was earning.

She asked me where I was going as we ran across a bridge that went over an empty pool of a waterpark. “Work” I replied. Apparently I was assigned a mission to assassinate the competitor of the product we were working for. I ran through the hallway of hotel rooms, equipped with a bomb concealed as a coke can.

We were in a convenience store in Japan and my name was being broadcasted. Apparently we did something in the 90s that made the government take note of us for our contribution. They even reserved a webpage with our name that they distributed via a lucky draw. That day had finally come. My mom called for my uncle to come down from the second floor of the store.

I was watching someone play Path of Exile or some similar ARPG. They were about to roll a new character when they noticed they had a record number of people watching their stream (somewhere around 30k). There was a free game on the backside of the cover for some other game I was holding.

I was playing some kind of first person shooter and someone asked me what my field of view settings. They told me that I had a field of view of a bird.

I was still in bed but I already knew that I was late for the bus. My parents stopped trying to get me out of bed and handed the responsibility to my brother. I didn’t see the point but rushed to the bus stop anyways - under the presumption that I must’ve already been late by at least half an hour. When I got there, there were still familiar faces waiting. Some of the people were standing in the middle of the road. A number 2 bus stopped in front of us and as someone got on they said how most people don’t pay attention and get on the wrong bus right before complaining about the public transportation in the city.

It was 23:00 as I walked into the crowded cafeteria. I sat down at a table absolutely exhausted, knowing that I had to wake up at about 3:20 in the morning later. Someone next to me was playing Banished and was using a bunch of keyboard shortcuts to get look around the map the way people do with Starcraft. He said it was “how veterans play”. I replied that it only mattered if you wanted to look “pro” for it wasn’t the right game for that. I passed out over the table.