We were watching the trailer of an upcoming magical girl anime. There were mentions of “blood bonds” between the protagonists of the story, one of which was shown to die in the trailer.

I was standing by the doorway to the woodworking room when I was informed that a guest was coming over. They were going to stay the night in the room next door. I went upstairs to see a few of my classmates eating at the table in the garden. It was raining and I didn’t know where to put my bag down because the ceiling was leaking. I had some ice cream in my backpack but felt too embarrassed to eat it in front of everyone else so I left it to continue melting.

I walked out of the apartment building onto the streets. He had asked me if I wanted photos from the past few weeks sent to me before leaving and I said yes. The pitch black roads that were reportedly paved with recycled material contrasted with the shiny white sidewalks. I headed towards the next subway station over to pick up some medication.

I walked into the common room with the dark blue walls when he came in through the door. He was looking to pick up his board game as well as a large black Wii U. “You’re not supposed to be here”, I told him.

We were celebrating some kind of special event and my brother bought takeout lunchboxes for everyone. I didn’t eat mine, thinking that we were going to eat together at some point during the evening. It was already late at night before I asked when we were eating and they said “eat when you want”.

It was mid-afternoon and we were in the middle of the mall. There was some kind of annual zombie roleplaying game being held here and I convinced the others to stop and check it out. An opening cutscene began to play on the screen after we pushed the start button. The narrator went on some edgy self-aggrandizing monologue as the scene went on. No one was impressed and I felt embarrassed for suggesting we play this. After a long wait, hordes of people came spilling out of the doors and at once we noticed that they didn’t have any zombie makeup on. “How are we supposed to tell who the players are?” I asked. Apparently they didn’t have the time to get everything together. I had a taser in my hand which I found to be out of batteries, meaning that I had to look for a power outlet to charge it.

Class had ended early but I didn’t know what else to do with my time so I decided to hang around in the classroom for a little while longer despite already having packed up all my stuff. I scrolled through the options for lunch on my phone while I waited for the rest of the class to exit. “You really like to watch don’t you?” someone interrupted. Everyone else was busy chatting to the people next to them.

I was on my way to the department store where my brother worked. I remember that my father said I better go for a run if I wanted to visit him so I started to break out into a light jog on the sidewalk under the highway. When I walked through the glass doors, I was greeted by the blinding white lights reflecting against the porcelain walls. In front of me was the elevator which for some reason cost money to ride. Knowing that my brother worked on the 9th floor however, I decided to take it.

After reporting about a bird without an owner performing at a street intersection, our local news channel headline stated that too many shoes were being sold. One of the images of a street vendor happened to depict my father browsing the merchandise, which I pointed out on the television.

We had come out of the art exhibition and I was still holding a carton of eggs that we had bought in the supermarket. She had warned me that the way I was holding the carton with my two hands made the eggs more likely to crack. I didn’t think there was a problem. After all, I felt that the eggs would be less likely to crack if they stayed horizontal the whole time. It didn’t take long while walking through the department store before I noticed that the carton was leaking. I decided to restart and tried to wake up.