Class had ended early and my classmates were using the extra time to start on their math homework. I took out my laptop and launched Ableton to look over my works in progress. For some reason whenever I got to the end of one timeline, it would seamlessly transition to another file which caused a bit of confusion. I really only wanted to focus on the latest track, which was supposed to be a recreation of a deceased artist’s work in progress. The notes for the original score mentioned prominent use of a manual coffee grinder and I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to implement it. I held a golden coffee grinder in my hands and someone nearby asked me how I intended to play it. The notes from the artist weren’t very illuminating.

It was the first week of classes and I was so busy that I had not seen a single freshman on campus. Although classes were starting a day later this year, it was already Tuesday and I wasn’t ready yet. A friend told me about how he’s had plenty of time, only to reveal that he was only taking three classes this semester. I encouraged him to pick up some art projects on the side since he’s got the time.

I was looking after my niece who was playing in the garden. She was singing a song about catching butterflies as she ran back and forth across the grass. However I was watching her from around the corner of the house, which meant that half of the time my view of her was obscured. It was getting dark and the surveillance camera above the gate I was standing behind started making clicking noises.

There was a giant brawl in the gym which lasted through the entire night. By the time morning came, everyone was on the ground or leaning against the wall, exhausted. We had initially gathered to figure out who was the “Pepsi murderer”. They were named as such because the victim was clutching a can of Pepsi when the body was found.

I walked up the bleachers of the unlit gymnasium until I got to a row of jail cells. The guard on duty claimed to be unable to perceive “cause and effect”. I had gotten a little too close when he noticed me and started running at me. I quickly turned the other way, heading for the exit. Someone told me that he was “unstoppable” but apparently he had trouble catching me in the first place.

I was playing Mario Kart with /mjg/ and the track we were on had some kind of story line going on. Every so often our characters would be accompanied by a pair of masked men in fancy suits, each representing the sun and the moon.

Someone came up to me and said that he suspected our classmate was a friend of Joe Biden’s daughter. He asked me to search it up on Google Images and I did so on my phone. There was in fact a familiar face appearing alongside someone who was presumably Biden’s daughter. “They’re probably related too”, he said. “I mean all presidents kind of are, right?” I replied.

I was painting alongside my mom on our farm with a view of the ocean waves. My dad suggested meeting up with them at an island off the coast of Taiwan sometime next week. “Take care of all accounting first”, he said, by which he meant we should buy our plane tickets.

My friends drove by in a van for a computer repair shop. One of them asked me to get in, to tell me about his plan to register a new business so he could keep the van. He was planning to sell sports jerseys.

One of my dad’s cars had been towed and he sent me and my brother to investigate. We went to the parking lot to ask the person in charge and was told that my dad needed a permanent parking spot but refused to tell us how to obtain one. We followed the guide around as she walked through an overcrowded and understaffed nursery. My dad called us from a Google phone asking about the situation but we had nothing to tell him.

My brother and I started talking about mahjong. Apparently he had recently gotten into the game as well. We shared some strategies as we waited in the DMV.