I was in a hotel elevator with my brother as we went up to the 9th floor. He was taking me to see room 907, which was complementary due to some kind of special offer with the hotel.

“Having fig?” he asked.

“Fig?” I looked at him with a puzzled expression. I assumed he meant to say “fun” but it didn’t sound very ambiguous and he nodded in confirmation.

“Uhh, sure I guess…” I said, still unsure about what my brother really meant.

The two of us were assigned to investigate a house in the middle of the night. I left my bike on the side of the street as we climbed over the metal gate. Our objective was to find a magic artifact that looked like some kind of watch. We figured that since it was a time piece, it should be somewhere in an office on the upper floors. It was rumored that the owner of the house was responsible for the murders of several children but was never proven guilty. Either way, we didn’t even know if the owner was inside.

I was watching an episode of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure where Josuke visits his aunt, who also happened to be my friend. They came up with a plan to find the rest of the crew in South Africa and traversing the continent via river. I thought about whether I should continue watching ahead without my friends.

We were staying at a hotel for a thanksgiving school trip and whoever wanted to go was invited to a dinner somewhere else. I was alone in the hotel room I was sharing with two other people who had their shoes strewn all over the place. I wondered to myself how they were able to bring so many pairs of shoes with them as I ordered them neatly in the corner of the room. The bus was waiting but I needed somewhere to change my pants and for some reason the hotel room wasn’t adequate enough. I visited the neighboring rooms but they were all occupied and thus didn’t have the privacy I was looking for.

I ended up missing the bus and eating at the hotel.

It was dark in the office and on our desks stood 2 feet tall statues of mascots that also doubled as water dispensers. I felt too distracted to get any work done as I paced back and forth with a cup in my hand. Water flowed out of the statues without end, making a mess of the desks and soaking the office chairs and carpet below. I sat down in one of the few dry chairs as a small “brain” fell out of the hole between the legs of the mascot in front of me, making a soft “plap” as it hit the wet surface.

I was playing as the Engineer in TF2 on a Payload map. When we switched to the defending side, I set up my defenses on the last point when a Shellback from Deep Rock Galactic appeared.

I had received a response to my offer to help someone out with designing their website. I clicked on the new message notification for MSN Messenger and a chatbox popped up. It turned out that they didn’t need the help anymore. I closed the window and changed my cursor.

I was watching a musical that pulled a series of fake-out endings towards the end of the show. At first it was a relatively depressing story about some children, but then the epilogue showed a happy ending. Then moments later it was revealed that the entire thing had been a dream of the main character, rendering both the despair and happy endings as mere figments of imagination. I thought about the metanarrative of how either “endings” would have been preferable to the one that we got.

The three of us were packing our belongings in the middle of a grassy field. The two out of the three of us had been sent back to medieval times from the “future” while the last person was oblivious to our origins. I asked my partner what she thought of our situation. She actually felt quite good, as we still had the ability to request access to things from the present day. I agreed as I looked at my phone from 2014.

We were in some kind of theme park for our class trip and everyone was sitting on a glider that was flying over the hill. I looked to my right to see that people were falling forwards one by one to the ground below which quickly destabilized our ride as the glider became unbalanced.