I was playing Starcraft and used a Dark Templar to summon a Dropship, Battlecruiser and Carrier before moving to the top-right corner of the map. It was already too late when I realized I was walking into enemy territory and that my Dropship had disappeared. I redeployed a Command Center and Barracks before building a few Marines. I could see the distortion from invisible units walking all around the map on the Jungle tileset.

We were protecting the parking lot from something and I didn’t know what it was but our dog was eagerly chasing it away. I rearranged some of the public trash cans to a more central location. “Just don’t think about it and the number will go away” someone suggested.

We were sitting on the stairs of a plaza and a teacher walked by us. “Hey Sven!” someone called. That wasn’t his name but somehow I had forgotten what it actually was so I didn’t correct them. As expected, there was no response. Some people pulled up behind us to “change” the colors of the plaza. Apparently the saturation and brightness of this area can be adjusted to every individual’s liking.

I was in the bus with some old friends when the vehicle suddenly stopped. It was now nighttime and someone with a body of a white mechanical scorpion picked up my friend. “Well, you actually need me alive, don’t you?” he asked nervously before being impaled by a stinger.

I was sitting in the open courtyard trying to finish a computer science assignment which required us to write a program that would draw a block on the screen and then color it in. We however weren’t taught how to do anything visual and so we had to search online how to do it ourselves. The suggested resources led to dead pages leading to further frustration.

I was running around the factory with a straight razor in my hands and I kept slicing at my hand while I was waving it around.

It was Monday and along with cookies, various other snacks were being offered at the coffee shop. Apparently they needed to get rid of some of the food that had been in storage for a while. I picked up a sandwich on my way out. It was potentially a few months old.

I felt a rush of adrenaline as I realized that I wasn’t going to pack up my belongings in time before I had to leave the country. I had only finished a couple of boxes and my room was nowhere near being emptied out. I walked around to the other side of the room so see some half-erased equations on the whiteboard.

I spent my time examining the blue marker graffiti in the bathroom stall before coming out to find a group of students crowded around wooden platform shelf. There was a rather large paperback black book on the shelf with its title Mein Kampf in bold white print. As I went to wash my hands while looking out of the greenish window, the students were having a discussion about the book’s place in our curriculum.

I walked into someone’s house with a group of friends was was led through the commotion that was their family. “Hey Clark” their mom greeted. For some reason or another I responded back in Mandarin before awkwardly terminating the interaction. Our friend unlocked their “game room” before entering because their brother was inside and didn’t want to be disturbed. “It’s like we’re freeing him” I commented.