I was sitting at the dinner table with a theremin and laptop in front of me. People were preparing food in the kitchen while I was playing with the instrument. I was surprised how easy it was to play whatever I wanted as I tried to produce various game OSTs. Someone walked in and asked me what I was doing, took the laptop from me and started writing an e-mail. I couldn’t make anymore sound.

We were sitting in a small chapel and someone at the front was going to present their final performance. “I"m slightly inebriated” they admitted prior to commencing. They started by reading the first line of a poem and handed it to someone in the front row. Without any direction, people started standing and lining up to read one line before passing it on.

We walked into the classroom on the top floor while talking about games from our childhood. There was a storm brewing outside the window. I mentioned how I reminisced the days of custom games in Starcraft and the flexibility of its map editor.

I was walking by the waterfront when my father decided to wrestle me to the ground. Someone in the background said that I was bad at dealing with heights to which my dad agreed with. As he climbed onto the apartment building, I ran inside to find myself in a maze of multiple floors. I jumped from floor to floor, propelling myself from the curves and arches of doorways. I briefly stopped at the 27th before getting to the 30th story. I found myself at the end of a dressing room before I collapsed onto the floor and had a panic attack.

There was an elderly Korean lady and former backpacker in the room advising against us to go on the hike. “You will lose everything” she repeated. It would just be like that one time we found ourselves in the snowy peaks and were forced to cross the frozen river on stilts in order to (unsuccessfully) get away from ice creature that was following us.

We entered the indoors hot spring which was so crowded I could barely get into any of the pools. I thought about going outside as I pushed the door open on the far side from the changing room and showers and found myself in a separate room. There was a long dinner table as well as several small pods that lined the perimeter.

I was inside of a docked up spaceship and I was tasked with making a brief trip to the surface as a training procedure. More specifically, I had to “learn” how to buy things from the shop.

We went down the stairs to find ourselves in an open courtyard with white square tiles. We wanted to see the progress of the yurts being set up in the area. They weren’t ready yet. I walked back up the stairs and laid down on the smooth stone roof of a train station.

We were sitting around the the stone table and the person in front of me accusingly said “You actually do care, don’t you?” She mentioned how I would always sit a little differently in my chair with my legs crossed whenever the topic came up. Meanwhile I was trying to split a cup into two halves by tracing a line where I wanted them to separate. I wasn’t too long until the earthquake hit and sunlight beamed down unto the surface through the collapsed concrete roof. For a brief moment everything felt like it was in slow motion as time itself went through a rippling effect. The thought of doing anything afterwards just felt so pointless that I didn’t bother to move beyond turning my head to the left and asking if everyone else also felt the slight disturbance of time.

I was going to stay back at my brother’s place after they had just held a dinner party.