I was at a party and I took out an old sandwich to eat out of my bag. I didn’t want anyone else to see the sandwich as I didn’t feel comfortable sharing something that I had been carrying around in my backpack for at least a day by now. I walked up the stairs to see a classroom with mattresses being used to watch anime.

We were on a school trip to go stargazing on the beach. It was starting to get cold when someone brought out an electric blanket only to reveal that it was for himself. “This is amazing”, someone said as we were laying on the sand. “Do you know that those lines are?” I asked, pointing to what seemed to be actual lines in the sky for the constellations.

I was playing an Overwatch match defending on a map called the Shrine of the Dead that’s canonically underneath the Temple of Anubis. I was being obnoxious to the enemy team on the first point as Lucio. When we finally had to retreat, I shot a few of them with a finger gun.

After sitting by the edge of the floor for a bit over an hour, someone asked me for a dance. It wasn’t something that I would usually agree to but I let her hold my hand onto the dance floor. I spent the entire time looking down that by the time the song was over she had already left before I had even seen her face. I walked back to my seat with my eyes pointed towards the floor in a disassociated state.

I was playing an online skirmish in the new remastered Starcraft. It was a 2v1 match where I was playing as the Protoss and my opponents were the Terran and Zerg. My movements were slow and awkward as it had not touched the game in a long time. I thought I would rush Dragoons when the enemies’ units appeared in my base. In a panic I spawned some Mutalisks and summoned some High Templars.

I was traveling around Japan searching for locations to be featured in an upcoming anime. I had lost contact with my parents somewhere in Kyoto and they had since been looking for me. It was night time when I walked across the wooden bridge in a garden.

It was still early in the morning and I needed to take a bus back to campus. Someone was sleeping in the seat in front of me and the driver wasn’t sure where they wanted to get off so he instead decided to wait for half a minute upon arriving at each stop. I told him to not wait so long and cut it down to something like five seconds each.

We were looking at some old photos on my dad’s laptop while sitting on our front porch. My grandma continued to talk about the time my brother washed dishes in this house many years ago. I came across a photo of myself at 15 years old with a full beard that I never had any recollection of growing. My dad made an offhand comment about wanting to sell the place, claiming that it was no longer convenient for everyday living.

It was Thursday of the first week of classes and I found myself waking up at 17:05. I dragged myself onto the street before promptly screaming. I had missed another day of classes. In fact, Monday and Wednesday were the only days I had actually gone to class. I could see the other students already starting to prepare for their upcoming exams while I was certain that I had already been dropped from my Tuesday/Thursday classes.

They ran up to the window to shout at the people in the lobby downstairs, asking them to join us. We talked on the balcony for a few hours until it was nearly midnight. Someone “accidentally” scratched my ass before I stood up and said I was retiring to my hotel room. When I got to the hall, I had forgotten what room I was in so I took out my phone which had an AR app for showing you your room. It had a Batman theme and I managed to find my way to room 426.