I felt overloaded with energy so I went down one apartment building and went up the elevator of the neighboring one. I got out of the elevator at the 13th floor. It was the floor that most of the apartments that I have lived in were on. I walked out onto the balcony that also connected the two buildings together. As I was walking to the other door, I realized that I didn’t have my keycard to swipe myself in.

My mom and I found ourselves at the bottom of a pit with no way out. We walked around before once again falling deeper into another chamber filled with rubble. While we couldn’t see any actual corpses, we had a sense that we were going to die down here. “I guess we might as well explore the area” I said, before purposefully descending through holes in the floor. The few times I met what felt like a dead end, my mom was able to point out a set of stairs that continued downwards.

We were playing on the beach under the night sky. People were teaching me how to catch fish with my bare hands and I was failing horribly. It was a lesson on being self-sufficient.

We were sitting down in the cafeteria when a group of children walked by. They turned towards us and started to shout:

We were walking through the parking lot where every parking space had a name painted in white on the ground. All the the names were in alphabetical order and we were between the Hs and Gs. We went into the closest elevator and started going up. This elevator was specially made for smokers, but smoking was still prohibited. I could see the spiral ramp outside for cars to get to the upper floors.

I had gone to sleep some time before noon and when I woke up it was still light out. I walked up to my window to see that it was snowing heavily and checked my phone to see that it was already past 11PM. I was frustrated that I had slept through a class that I had in the evening.

A section of the facility had been quarantined due to the presence of rogue destructive nanomachines. Although the swarms were generally harmless, the AI was set on breaking down any other machine into its basic components.

I was trying to sweep up all of the chocolate shavings off the table. “What if the word ‘horse’ meant something else?” someone asked.

I woke up in bed naked and needed to go to the restroom. I didn’t recognize where I was but the room felt nostalgic. The bed was a pastel blue and the door to the bathroom was frosted glass.

I was visiting an old friend in college and he was showing me around campus. It was getting dark out when we entered the dorm. The first floor was unusually spacious and the lighting was sparse. I asked him how many people lived in the building. “600″, he said. “What? No way.” I couldn’t imagine that the dorm housed anywhere close to that number. I walked around the perimeter of the first floor and peered through some open doorways. The unoccupied rooms were about as big as you would expect for a regular dorm room.