I was looking through a hardcover book titled “The Bizarre”. There was a section talking about a global culture of making roads.

I was eating some leftovers in the kitchen. I glanced over at the television to watch my cousin play a 3D Mario game with his kids in the living room. The objective involved pushing various rolling objects to the end of the stage under a time limit.

I was playing a team based survival shooter on the living room couch with some friends. Someone asked what had happened to my rank as I held the top spot in the past. I told them that I’d cheated once, which disqualified me from getting onto the leaderboards ever again. My friends were thinking about ordering some KFC.

I was paging through a large coffee table book on the internet. A friend walked by and commented that it must be super out of date by this point due to the nature of its subject matter. I said that I hadn’t thought of that when I bought it. I was more interested in its analysis of social dynamics rather than the technology involved. The 20 or so pages at the end of the book was dedicated to pictures of moot. All of the pictures seemed to be distinct from the handful that were in common circulation around the internet.

I was watching some kind of tokusatsu show on the television but what I was eating at the table while doing so seemed to affect what was happening on screen.

Our daily class schedules were split into two major blocks across the day. My second block of classes was to start at 8:30 PM. I had woken up just in time to bike my way to campus but when I got there, I realized I had forgotten my bike lock key. There was a saddle laying on the ground near the bike racks. I didn’t want to be late so I leaned by bike against the rack and headed into the building.

I had fallen asleep on the front steps of the school entrance before classes started. “Sleeping again, huh?” I heard someone nearby say. I felt myself being dragged into a car as I tossed and turned. I uncomfortably squirmed around in the back seat as I tried to keep sleeping.

I was staying with my parents in a hotel room which had a TV that somehow knew who was watching. The screen would turn on or off automatically depending on which bed the viewer was watching from. We were looking through some old recorded programs when I saw Super Smash Brothers on the news.

There was a large collection of books that were full of references and production notes for each of Stephen King’s books. One of them was for an adaptation of Spy x Family that he had written. One of the references inside was a survey result reporting that 60% of people would be okay with having a bald partner.

It was late at night and my parents were driving to a pizza place. We not only had a reservation with the place, but had also already ordered in advance. I asked if either of them had ever eaten at there - they had not.