A large cat was chasing me through the dimly lit hallways. When it finally caught up to me, it sunk its jaws into my left hand. I started bashing at its head with my free hand in an attempt to break free but it wouldn’t let go. The cat’s skull was surprisingly fragile as I could feel bits cracking and denting under my fist. I thought that the bones felt “lifelike”. I looked up at a bedside clock which said it was currently 8 o’clock but I wasn’t sure if it was day or night.

I was at Exilecon and Rory Rackham was giving a talk about enemy design in Path of Exile. Apparently talks in the past had not been too popular due to the amount of personal information one had to give up in order to appear on stage (and on camera). But at some point in time “a desire to be seen [overrode] the concern of data harvesting” and people started attending. Someone in the stream chat was trying to get the event cancelled by spamming disruptive messages. The camera cut to black.

Classes were in session but I was wandering around in the hallways. I opened a classroom door to take a peek into a dark room where a lecture for nursing students just about ended. I quickly turned around before the lights came on and walked out the door without looking back, for fear of someone seeing my face. I kept walking until I got to the staircases and circled back around to join the swarm of students walking down.

I found myself on the stage as a substitute guitarist for a band despite not knowing how to play. The hall itself was a very geometric and plain gray room with even lighting. It looked like a “default” stage for some CAD program or 3D sandbox. My nonexistent playing and awkward posturing with the instrument prompted the other band members to improvise random dance choreographies and soliloquies for the audience. I wanted to get off the stage as I continued to anxiously rock side to side. Eventually our performance was over and the band converged at the center of the stage. I felt like passing out amidst the crowd cheering for what I felt to be an embarrassing display.

We were walking along the freeway under the night sky as we approached what resembled to be a lone IKEA lit up by spotlights. My brother and sister-in-law were walking about a clingy old lady that they had met earlier at the restaurant.

I looked at the map of the park and couldn’t make sense of which direction I was supposed to go to get home. I had initially walked to the park on foot from the nearest train station but the way back wasn’t matching my recollection of the trip over. My gut instinct was telling me to head in a direction that the map indicated to be further up the mountain which was most definitely wrong.

I was at an assembly and everyone was sitting on the floor. The lecture was about the representation of objects. On the chalkboard was a drawing of a rock in various styles under their respecting headings: Real, Soft, Carpitanal [sic], etc. I dug through my backpack to get my spare notebook but had forgotten that the pages were already filled.

It was unbearably hot in my room as I was cleaning it. I couldn’t inhale through my nose because it was clogged up. I picked up a fan to move it and a swarm of tiny red spiders scattered from under the base. Some of them went all over a nearby coat. I picked it up in a panic and rushed downstairs. I told my mom that there was I chance that I may have been bitten.

I got onto the bus with my parents and we were looking for a place to sit together. There was a round couch near the middle of the bus but the neighboring seats were already occupied.

We took the elevator to the underground parking lot but were unable to find our car. There were way too many cars that had the same shade of blue - some of them even unlocked as we approached them but that still didn’t change the fact that they were the wrong car. After visiting all of the likely spots that we could’ve parked the car, we tracked down someone working here and asked if he could show us the security camera footage.