My parents and I had just landed in a European country and we needed to get to the Airbnb. We walked out of the arrivals area and got a taxi. It was starting to get dark out. After about 20 minutes we had arrived at the house and unloaded our luggage. The house had an antique decor with lots of wood furnishing and dark red carpets. I lifted my suitcase up to a room on the second floor before coming back down

I was playing Path of Exile with some friends and I was thinking of changing my ice skills for another. I looked at the blue skill gems but couldn’t find one that seemed like something I wanted to play. I refreshed the item shop a few times looking for new equipment but apparently some of them were just empty clam shells. Not wanting to delay the party any further, I said that I was ready for the next dungeon and headed to the elevator.

I was on an alumni tour of my high school campus. We were sitting in a classroom when the guide had some kind of technical difficulty and asked for help. I looked at the computer and realized that it was still running Windows 2000. I couldn’t see anything obviously wrong with it and told her that the CPU was probably just too outdated to do whatever she was trying to do.

I was in the car with my parents as we slowly approached the toll booth behind a long mass of cars for some kind of theme park. Music was blaring from loud speakers up on the road and the heat was unbearable.

A giant glass slab the size of a dinner table sat in the middle of the room. There were pink-purplish light fixtures along the four walls. A webpage linking to a bunch of old poems was projected onto the glass, making it resemble an oversized mobile screen.

I was watching someone leading a group of construction workers to build a giant tower built out of reused concrete pipes. Cleanly sliced pipes were strewn about the mounds of sand in the mountain clearing. The tower of pipes which went up for several stories was only being held up with sand and the friction between the concrete blocks.

We were playing a game that resembled a kind of first-person Rimworld. I got a message from a friend saying that he was struggling to stay awake. He told me in advance which characters he wanted to romance in the village up ahead in case he fell asleep before we arrived.

We got off the metro and walked towards the main road beneath the underpass. We called out to a taxi in the middle of a line of cars waiting for the traffic light as we cut across the oncoming lane. I slid towards the car with my belly facedown on an elevated skateboard (it was about the height of a food trolley).