I was looking for a place to eat around Seattle and ended up choosing to go to somewhere known as “food street”. I texted my friend I was going and she replied she’d be there later. I walked around the arcade and spotted some friends from elementary school. I stepped in front of them but they didn’t seem to recognize me. “Hey” I said, “It’s me, Clark.” There was a long pause before I explained that I had just recently moved to Vancouver. By the end only one of them sort of remembered me.

There were ads for interest rates of 6.7% on savings plus free thousands of dollars to claim all around town. I turned to my friends told them how money was fake if ads like that were real.

I had been selected for space travel and I had a boarding pass in hand. There was still some time left until boarding so I headed into one of the many computer rooms down the hall. I started playing a first person shooter game and hit off with one of the other players in the lobby. In a short span of time we had become rather familiar with each other and my parents, who were looking over my shoulder, teased me about us becoming a couple.

My old professor was hosting a Valentine’s Day event on campus and was also leading a featured “moaning choir”. Alumni and parents alike were invited to the many all-day events. My professor spotted me and walked down the steps and gave me a hug. He asked me how everything turned out. I explained to him how I was still looking for a job and that before coming over I was doing photography in Taiwan.

We were playing a game where were had to crawl around in a ditch to take cover to avoid a giant eagle from snatching us up. I enthusiastically agreed to laying prone underneath metal grates in between scrambling to the next grate as the bird circled above us.

My bank was offering a reward if I was able to beat Cho’gall in some kind arena.

I had to wait two days to get into the server for a zombie survival game because there were limits as to when you could join a game in progress. I quickly headed to the power stations to shut them off before digging a giant moat around my home base. Apparently this bugged the NPC’s pathfinding as several cars ended up in the ditch.

I got a Steam message asking to trade a TF2 item. I messaged the stranger back saying that I don’t even have the game installed anymore. When I looked up I was in an ethics class and there was an announcement that an assistant professor had just gotten doxxed. Apparently the culprit was suspected of being in our class and we had to provide our personal email addresses. No one complied until the instructor finally gave up. A classmate asked if they were going to ask for our mailing addresses next.

My friends and I were attempting to solve a crossword puzzle without grids. As expected, we were having quite a lot of trouble with it. One of the clues was “Used”, and another was “Edge seat”.

A coworker had set up a tent in the middle of the road for some kind of promotional event. We had a bunch of metal scrap and spare nuts and bolts that she had collected from the area. We ended up with four full containers of spare parts to dispose of by the end of the day.