I was walking with my brother through the department store looking for water. He was holding a pink clear round plastic container. There seemed to be liquid swishing back and forth inside. I asked him if it would be okay if the water was recycled and he said no. The broadcasting system announced that the store was closing in 30 minutes. We eventually reached what seemed to be a fountain.

I had just dreamt about someone and when I woke up I decided to check out their Instagram (which I don’t even use). I was accessing a Mac in front of a window from which one could see a group of monkeys playing in the pool on the other side. They each also wore their own costumes and someone called them “wide-eyed cooperatives”. Someone to the right of me asked what I was up to and I got rather embarrassed. I had to leave anyways as my bus was arriving. I accelerated away from my inquisitor, desk and all. “Bye” I waved meekly.

I was going to meet someone in the lobby of their apartment building but they never showed up. Another group of people greeted me and we went into their car. We were driving through narrow streets and constantly met dead-ends. We dropped large speakers behind us as we drove, spreading some kind of propaganda. Unfortunately we didn’t drop the right broadcast and revealed the name of our driver, leading to an influx of harassment.

The class was split up into groups of 4-5 people and our task was to convince the others in our group whether or not canned salmon makes a bottle of water taste like salmon after it is added to the water. We all agreed that this would be the case so there was little to no obstruction to reaching a conclusion.

I was going to be late for the school bus and when I went into the bathroom, I found my dad’s sock in the toilet. My mother’s purse and scarf were in the sink that had two faucets.

I was hiking in the mountains when someone popped out of the bushes and started to lead the way. When the path seemed to reach a dead end, we climbed around a tree and started to descend to the water. “Imagine if we had a lighter” he said. We found large sprouts of garlic on the ground that had ants crawling all over them.

We were in the Halpern* House which was the residence of a man who was alive over 900 years ago. We watched a short presentation of his life story on the screen. What looked like a movie was actually gameplay footage being broadcasted through the projector.

My dad was sitting up on his futon in the corner of the room and stared straight at the wall. He was convinced that his eyesight was going bad and kept complaining about it while facing away from us. My brother told him that he was imagining things and that he should take a rest. There was a CRT television on a small cabinet to the right of my father.

Every time I tried to forcibly open my eyes in an attempt to wake up from the situation, I would find myself in a different scenario.

The news was reporting about how the war was getting worse and that as of today we had entered “a new stage” in our current conflict. It showed footage of a soldier who had both of his limbs on the left mechanically reconstructed walking through a concrete doorway.