People were playing a Donkey Kong on a projector at the far end of the room and I went over to join the other people watching along. One of the levels was a racing minigame that was basically a reskinned Mario Kart. One player was only accelerating in short bursts but somehow still managed to keep the lead.

I was writing a paper on the historical influences on Evangelion and its character motivations.

It was just a regular trip to the convenience store and I got a pair of pants and a can of ground coffee, despite the fact that I didn’t consume caffeine. I put my dirty laundry in the basket as well and when I got to the cashier, I had to sort everything again.

It was a survival game where you earned extra points (via increased viewership) depending on how close you got to death. We were running through a residential area and I spotted a foldable sleeping bag that doubled as a raft. I had never figured out how these were made so I was trying it out in the middle of the road.

I was walking around the neighborhood with a shopping dolly when I passed by someone’s garden. I walked up to the metal gate and touched the round doorknob. It felt loose so I pushed it in and the alarm went off. Through the windows I could see the residents waking up in a panic, talking loudly about how the alarm never went off. I quickly slid away from the scene, but I was afraid I had already caught the attention of the person watering the flowers.

People were having sex on the bed next to me while I was trying to sleep. I’m not sure if I had even fallen asleep before I was dragged out of bed to look at the TV. It was the announcement for a new Smash Bros DLC: matching skins for the Mario brothers and a new moveset for Luigi. His down special now made him get into a kart that could shoot red and green shells.

Someone was walking around the room and placing frames around my mom’s oil paintings that were hung up on the walls. They were being retouched, with my mother’s permission, of course. However it looked more like the canvases were being repurposed for new paintings instead, as they quickly painted over the original work.

The answers on the Spanish test that was just handed back to me seem rather unfamiliar. As I continued to scan the page, I became more and more convinced that I had received the wrong test. I looked at the top of the page to confirm my suspicions. It was the test of someone named Reman.

It was the second to last week that our painting class was going to meet. I was gathering shades of blue from a painting of a moonrise with an eyedropper. I commented on how I was having a hard time trying to extract skin tones from the image.

We were digging in search of the ruins that once lay here. There was a legend that of man who was betrothed to the princess. However, one day he had become invisible and in order to prove to the kingdom that not only was he worthy, but that he was also the same man, he was tasked with reaching a platform that was at the center of a fallen city. No one knew for sure if this platform even existed for the city itself, “Theopolis”, was already a mythical place. This was known as the “Warrior’s Trial”.