We had sketched out a comic about a flame spirit together and decided that was enough for today. I wanted to go home but it seemed like the bus wasn’t coming around for another four hours or so. It was already starting to get dark. “You want to stay, don’t you?” someone asked me as I sat staring at the empty road.

It was getting dark as it started to rain when I realized that I had misplaced my ID card. Unable to pass through the front gate without my card, I had to slip through behind another group of people as they entered.

Our assignment was to create an animated clip that portrayed “Tanky”. It was suggested that we used SFM for this but before we could do that, we first had to download and install various programs, models, and voice clips. I was unsure if I was installing redundant software as I went to the webpages of different image and video editors.

I was sleeping in the backseat of a car when the driver jumped out of the window after setting something heavy on the gas pedal. I sat up from my seat seconds before the car was due to collide with a building across the intersection head-on at full speed. I quickly jumped into the driver’s seat and swerved the car to the left, right before hearing police sirens go off behind me. It wasn’t until we were on the highway that my feet had managed to reach the pedals allowing me to pull over. I held my hands up in resignation as I tried to explain the situation.

I was watching someone play a Starcraft game as Zerg against Protoss. It was already pretty late into the game but this person had barely scouted out the map at all. We had no idea where the enemy was. He started building Spore Colonies all around the perimeter of the cliff his base was on while also talking about an exploit that allowed him to effectively have an infinite amount of workers.

We could see the tropical forest across the desert that we were traversing by train. I took a photo because I didn’t expect to also see giant mushrooms the size of mountains along the horizon. I gave someone a tip about ways to find an alternate version of something. They thanked me.

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.