I was running through the shopping mall trying to look for a story character. New areas were opening up like a video game as I ran past the corridors. Some of them led to boarding gates, others to a train platform. I walked past a group of students playing a word association game. After hours of running in circles, I lost track of where I was supposed to go. The “mall” was closing for the night as the lights started going out.

The court that we were playing basketball on was in the middle of a field. I had somehow made it through tryouts and we were playing some warmup games. Players would sit down in the middle of the court during a game whenever they felt like it, knowing full well they were in for a scolding afterwards.

I was half-asleep on the sofa in some kind of office when it felt like someone was kissing me on the lips. I opened my eyes to see that it was actually the sensation of wind from the fan blowing back and forth into my open mouth.

I was playing Deep Rock Galactic but it took place high up in the atmosphere. I floated my way towards the ship and had to “repressurize” before reentering the cabin. I felt like my thighs were swelling up as we stood in the holding chamber that was only lit by a few red bulbs.

I got off the bus in the middle of a residential area of the city. Apparently Russian forces had pushed up to this area and tanks from both sides were streaming onto the streets. I quickly made my way down the sidewalk, hoping to not attract too much attention.

I was playing a tank game where I was driving around something so small it bore more resemblance to an off-road vehicle. I was running circles around a large bulky tank faster than it was able to turn its barrel. However in return, I was barely able to deal any damage from my car so I jumped onto the body of the tank itself. I held onto the turret as the barrel start to retract. I took this as my chance to throw a grenade though the gap. The explosion blew a hole through the armor from the inside, exposing the surviving crew in their seats. I took my gun out and finished off the driver and rolled off the tank as it barreled off into the desert.

I was playing an RPG in a custom map in Starcraft. My character nearly died fighting an Archon miniboss that was right next to a waypoint and I had to retreat to a nearby town. The Terran forces around the base made quick work of the enemy. One of the billboards on the cliff had an ad for a gym called “WD Workout” which made use of a light blue and yellow color scheme for its graphic design.

I walked around the perimeter of the house until I found the garage door that I had a remote for. I passed by a coworker who had just finished subtitling one of our videos on Facebook for a SE Asian audience. My boss asked me if I’d like to move closer to work despite already living only 15 minutes away. People were asking me if I had time to shoot some photos for them this Saturday. I had troubling turning down the requests until someone rejected them for me, saying that I was already too busy with my current workload.

I walked into my bedroom upstairs. It was rather large and dark inside, although I could see it was still midday from the sunlight shining between the gaps of the drawn curtains. The floor was carpeted. There was water spraying in from the windows while it also “rained” from the ceiling. I walked to the far end of the room and sat down at my desk with two computers. One of them had a CRT monitor.

We were touring an old temple and I was backtracking a lot because I wanted to make sure I visited every part of the multi-leveled structure. We eventually converged at a chamber behind the stairway which, at first glance, I thought was going to be a tomb-like area. Instead we were greeted by giant wooden contraptions which seemed to be perpetual motion machines that shot steel marbles at large metal blocks.