We were playing a game that revolved around a group of friends during a unidentified viral outbreak in the city. We were playing a route where the main heroine dies in a train accident rather early in the game. A group had found refuge underground and we were now making our way towards them. We took a shot of drugs to the abdomen.

It was a frantic morning and someone asked me to double check whether or not two of the sources they were going to reference to write their paper were legitimate. Someone else told me that they hadn’t received an e-mail from me today - while people in other groups had from their respective team leaders. “Oh, they’re just doing that for fun”, I said, dismissing their concern.

It was right about exam week and we were talking about what classes we had signed up to take next semester. Even though we should be studying, there were events on campus packed throughout the week, including an all-day breakfast. People were looking through the hallway window into my room when I went in to glance at my to-do list on my desk.

We were given a Japanese language exam outdoors. Some of the questions asked various details about Higurashi such as whether or not certain characters were sadists or masochists. One of the prompts asked us to recall a phone number that I couldn’t remember.

We were told that we were going to be given a survey about the current Canadian presidential candidates. A group of strangers pulled me to the side and said that three of them would be sure to cause a “civil war”.*

We were the last ones left on the bus and they kept asking me to pick something up from one of the seats on my way out but I couldn’t find it. They insisted that it was on one of the seats even after I had looked through every row. I held up a large bag of skittles and asked if it was what they meant but apparently whatever they were searching for was in a cloth bag. “I’ll check again”, I said.

My father and I walked into the rundown house in the middle of the night. We had to burn down some vines at the front door to get into the living room. I saw a dog whimpering in the kitchen so we decided to help it out while we were here. After we freed the dog, we started to walk upstairs which was when we noticed that the dog kept following us.

We were all watching my niece trying to use chopsticks for the first time, while commenting on the development of her fine motor skills.

I found myself laying on the floor of the marketplace when I saw the Akashi figure. I stood up to see the crowds of people walking about under the umbrellas held open over the stalls. There were boxes of physical Hearthstone cards on the table to my left.

I was reading a poster stating a recently passed law. All citizens who have been soldiers, prisoners, janitors, or have gone missing for 30 consecutive years were to be sentenced to death. I thought about the idea of disappearing for a few years.