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.