I was playing a shield throw build in Path of Exile that was also stacking strength.

My mother was driving my brother and me through the rice fields. However she wasn’t watching the road as she accelerated and nearly crashed into into a rack of plates for sale in the middle of the road. The car stopped just as it tapped the wooden rack. We backed up with increasing speed so she could point out another store that we had passed by earlier.

I was playing various text-based dungeon crawlers on the library computers. However the trial versions would ask for a CD-key whenever you got to a certain level so I just kept switching games.

It was the night before Thanksgiving and we had a lot of guests staying in our house overnight. After finishing meal preparations for the next day, I started to clean up as well as close all the doors. However, whenever I walked back into the garage, the doors seemed to be open again. I continued to close the doors as I cleaned around the house until at around 3AM I saw a large group of people enter through the garage door. Apparently my mom had been opening the doors to let the latecomers in. I decided to leave the doors open as I approached my bed, which was in the garage. The sun was already rising, so I decided to cook a pot of rice over an open fire.

I was at someone’s wedding and all of the tables needed to have exactly 16 people. The table I was at happened to have too many people and they were thinking of booting me out. Tensions only got worse when I felt too embarrassed to sing with everyone else.

I was standing in line for ravioli in the cafeteria. A friend offered to buy me lunch as we stood together in line.

We were meeting at the beach in preparation for next week’s school trip. All of us gathered under the spotlight shining down from the raised platform by the water. It was dark out and the sea was bordered off by sheets of tarp on all three sides. The difference in salinity from the edge of the water to the deep end was so great that you could feel the change in buoyancy.

It was already dark and time to go home. My uncle was still in the middle of the lake in his boat. When my family said we were leaving, he asked me if I wanted my Christmas present in January or February. I said January, at which he jumped into the water and swam towards the shore. It wasn’t even December yet.

I had volunteered to give a linguistics talk and it was my turn to present. My mind went blank as I walked up to the front of the room and pulled out my presentation for the projector. On the wall was the Google document I had prepared which had somehow reverted to its near-empty state from a few months ago. I froze - not knowing what to do.

Our classes were being held in multiple restaurants on the same street. It was nearly time for attendance and I had heard that my homeroom had switched to another restaurant. I wanted to grab breakfast from another shop but when I got there the lines were so long that I was too afraid of being late and gave up on the idea.