I wanted to get to the 12th floor but the elevator wasn’t working properly so I went to the 13th floor instead. When I got out of the stairwell on the 12th floor, someone asked for my help with replacing the lampshades around the bar.

I walked through the doors of the chapel with a bug zapper racket in hand while a bee was pestering me. Mass was being held but the bee wouldn’t go away no matter how much I swung the racket. It wasn’t long before someone called me out for being a disturbance to others and asked me to leave. I stood still for a moment before quickly apologizing and saying that it will never happen again.

I was transported into a fantasy world and found myself on the back of a large quadruped contraption. The machine was lumbering its way towards the shore but the mechanical birds overhead seemed intent on preventing that. We weren’t supposed to “escape” and the flyers did not hesitate to use lasers to stop us.

I was playing one of those mass attack games in Starcraft. It was a 5v4 and the majority of my forces were Dragoons and Zealots. The fifth person on our team wasn’t really playing though.

I was in charge of cooking dinner tonight. I was thinking about how I might have chopped up more veggies than I needed for stir-fry when all of a sudden the stove hood and the microwave collapsed onto the stove top. I couldn’t reach the knobs for the stove anymore and I had to strain my hand just to be able to stir the pan. Dry rice noodles from the cupboard above the stove also fell into the pan. I hadn’t meant to make stir-fried noodles but I just went with it.

The three of us were having a conversation about the parallels between fashion design and culinary arts. I mentioned how a master of either had to balance form and function. I lazily rolled over to my left to find that the person sitting there had gotten much closer to me than I remembered. Right after we made eye contact, she turned around and straddled me. She slowly lowered herself onto me before suddenly getting up and running out the door.

I had barely woken up and my parents asked me if I wanted to go to Taitung with them. In my half-asleep state I turned down the offer. I watched my family walk out of the door from the floor I was laying on. I was now alone in our house.

I was following the crowd in the train station with a pillow and blanket in my arms. I looked down the escalator with no desire to try to push through the sea of people below.

My brother and I were on our way to a wedding that was being held at a chapel that I kept mistakenly calling a cathedral. We were cross a bridge when we started to talk about genetics.

I was thinking about diving into the pool as we sat by the waterfall. “Are there any sharp objects in the water?” I asked. They said it depended on what kind of grasses were growing under the surface.