I was flipping through a dictionary when other people entered the room. I had planned to go to sleep earlier but was no longer able to. They were playing some kind of game and making a lot of noise.

I was on my way home from a trip to visit my brother. I barely got a chance to see my sister-in-law because she was working the whole time. I got off the plane but had trouble finding where I needed to go for transfers. I wandered around in circles until I finally found the direction of my new departure gate. There was a long line for another security screening. I saw the sign on the glass door to take off your shoes when I realized that that I was walking around in my socks. I had taken my shoes off on the plane but forgot to put them on before getting off. In a panic I asked an old lady at the end of the line who I should ask.

I had an assignment to design a house and I walked into a convenience store asking if they had any timelines. “You know, like for history?” I tried to explain as they just stared at me, confused. I wanted to use it as a ruler. A little moment later, a classmate dragged me to the side and said they could teach me how to draw perspective lines without needing to use a timeline.

We were sitting together at the table when my boss came in. I wanted to ask him about the assignment and he invited me to go on a walk with him. We walked across the parking lot and into the woods. He started talking about how houses weren’t interesting to design: they’re either meant to be renovated and constantly rebuilt due to wear and tear in rural areas or are unable to stand on their own in the city. “Bay houses are better than lay houses”, he said. Apparently by “bay house” he was referring to houses by the beach.