We were playing a variant of mahjong where the tiles were the shape of popsicle sticks with a hole through the center. Apparently this was for threading a foam cylinder through the pieces to hold them together. “So are we cooking or going out to eat later?” someone asked. We were each handed a different cookbook in response. I received a “Chicken Cookbook”.
It was the 20th year anniversary of a deadly school shooting and there was a special TV program broadcasted for the event. It showed a very detailed account of what happened that day, fully reenacted - up until the point of capturing the gunman in an alleyway.
As I left the classroom for a parent teacher meeting, another student coming in blurted out spoilers for a show in the doorway. The teacher appeared distraught. “Now I can’t work anymore!” they said with their hands to their head. “Oh… haha.” the student laughed.
I was playing a 3D platformer on the Switch with my brother but he had fallen asleep on the couch. I started watching videos that revealed character-specific secret levels on the stages. There was one that involved juggling bombs as Link while sliding down a hill to open the way to a secret temple.
I was looking for my bag among the mountains of other personal belongings that no one had bothered to pick up from the baggage carousel. No one else was here in this unlit concrete station. I manged to find my pencil case and some clothes, but not the bag that I had put everything in.
My brother, his wife, and I were preparing our own breakfasts. I was making some kind of salad when I needed to use the restroom. I went to the toilet on the second floor and needed to pee so much that I had to flush halfway through in order to prevent the toilet bowl from overflowing.
The world was being terrorized by flocks of murderous crows that ripped the flesh of anyone who went out of their homes. The streets were littered with gory remains as people were still trying to find ways to escape. There were rumors that the northern regions were free of the birds.
It was the night before the first day of the semester and I had just realized that I needed to write a paper for tomorrow. I rushed to the library on the third floor to check out whatever books I needed for this philosophy paper. Since it was technically still the holiday, the library was scheduled to close at 9:30PM, less than an hour from now.
A Japanese online store had accepted my job application for a graphics and web design position. It was one of those applications I had sent out on a whim and now I was noticing that I would be massively underpaid. I asked my friend over Discord whether I should accept the job as I hadn’t yet received replies for any of the other places I had applied to.
I was watching a documentary about a group of people trying to commentate and broadcast a sports game in German Catalonia. They had happened upon an abandoned and overgrown villa and needed to bring it up to studio standards. They tried to fix the acoustics in the main room by putting all of the scattered books onto their respective shelves.