I woke up to find myself sitting in my statistics class. We were already halfway through the period and no one had woken me up even though I sat in the very front. Everyone else was working on their midterm. I was gripped with panic at the realization that we were already 40 minutes into the one hour exam period.

We were playing a Zelda-based D&D game and I had happened to obtain the master sword. “I’ll fight you for it” someone in the party said. I asked how he was going to do that and he said that he was going to travel back in time just to beat me for it. He suggested that I better make a new character sheet for my alternate past self quickly to get it over with. “Are you serious?” I asked. Before I was about to start to take him up on his offer, I clarified with the DM whether or not attack multipliers stacked additively or multiplicatively. It turned out that my party member was joking.

I opened my eyes right after envisioning that a group of people had set off a bomb in the building that we were standing in. I was running low so low on sleep that I would dream whenever I closed my eyes. “Woah, everything looks different”, I said out loud as I tried to regain my balance.

We were sitting around the counter of a 7-Eleven. A friend on the other side started showing the others something on his phone. I only got to see the screen from the corner of my eye before I asked, “is that … isn’t that Kemono Friends?” He confirmed my suspicions and said how everyone must watch it because of how popular it was back in Japan.

We were testing out a role-playing game and trying to create a new game mechanic to get onto a train/travel across the world efficiently. Somehow we had gotten to the point of suggesting that when one stirred some kind wasabi-like paste with soy sauce, the player is teleported onto the train across the valley from the watchtower. “That’s too complicated”, someone said. They also added how it potentially excluded some people from ever taking advantage of the railways. They suggest that instead we made a new minecart line that cut straight through the mountains, parallel to the high speed rail.

I was standing at the top of the amphitheater after the storm had passed through our campus. The canyon was now mostly dried up. What remained were simply large pools of green water among the white stones. I walked down the aisle as I heard a voice warning me about the water. There were two layers of water, and upon coming into contact with the deeper portion one would get dragged into the pool and drown. I hopped around the riverbed, searching for a stick to see the sinking effect for myself when someone came walking down with their puppy. “This area isn’t open to visitors”, they said. I thought that I must’ve missed a sign somewhere when I walked down.

We were sailing through the column of pink fluid in our ship as I took in deep breaths.

We were taking a train back home from a newly opened theme park. I had just noticed that there were new decorative installations for a Zelda anniversary around the station. Most of them were benches scattered across the clouds.

I was thinking about watching the 2003 version of Fullmetal Alchemist. A video was playing on the projector as we talked about the industry*. It dubbed the “insomniac of insomnia” as an “anongniac”**. Someone commented about the countdown.

We were in the middle of watching JoJo and before we started the next episode, I told everyone that I was going to shower and would be right back. We were on strike for something, but I didn’t know what. When I stepped out of the shower stall, I was informed that we couldn’t be on strike because we weren’t a part of anything in the first place. I looked up to see hundreds of blue bottles of shampoo on the metal racks on the wall.