My brother and I were riding on a tandem bike while my mom and aunt were on a bike ahead of us. We had gotten lost so we stopped to ask someone for directions. Soon after, my brother and I took the lead. A few minutes in, I noticed that the other two were no longer following us. My brother realized that we were headed straight for the “enemy”. I took a quick left into the alleyway to find ourselves surrounded by houses and neatly trimmed hedges.

As I walked through the school hallway, I overheard the people around me talking about how classes might be ending early at 2PM today due to the weather. My name was being broadcasted over the speakers; I was to meet with a teacher to talk about a math test I had taken. Apparently she wanted to know why I got a near perfect score yet got two extremely simple questions wrong. I told her that the graphs on the exam “[said] nothing about the states of hiking or miking.” I quickly realized that I had somehow missed the labels on the axes of the graph. “Oh wait it does…”, I corrected myself.

As a part of an in-class demonstration, our teacher recalled a dream that she once had. The dream was ‘prepackaged’, meaning that we were able to experience exactly as she had. The dream revolved around an immortal man. We drove past a broken down Ferris Wheel that was rumored to be his resting place. When I turned around, I found myself surrounded by all the dead people that he had ever loved throughout the centuries of his existence.

Someone suggested that we should all go to E3 together someday. “But who will get us in?” I had forgotten that the event was now open to the public. We walked into the practice room with the piano to set out stuff down. I walked out of the room to wander around the atrium while the rest of them started playing songs. I went down to the ground floor first.

I joined them for a trip to the nearby 7-Eleven even though there wasn’t anything that I particularly wanted to buy. I didn’t want to look suspicious however so I picked up a bag of something to snack on anyways. I asked the employee where the W2 forms were.

We were chasing a man through the train by the platform. His eyes and mouth were covered by butter packets. Apparently this was enough of a disguise for him.

I was walking through the newly built shopping mall on Mars. We had been sent here from our headquarters for a routine inspection and investigate any suspicious activity. We stood on a glass floor and could see the terraced street below us. As we walked by the elevator, I saw that there were 175 floors of apartments within the building. I thought about living here one day.