I was hunched over on the floor of a storefront walkway trying to handwrite a letter in Chinese. However all the characters looked misshapen and oversized so in the end I crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it away. I crossed the street towards the mall in search of a restroom. The public restrooms were right inside of the entrance of the building. Although the doorways were marked as being gendered, both of them led to the same central hand washing area. There were urinals that recorded the duration and amount of fluid with each use.

I was playing a co-op top-down zombie survival game. Each player had a very limited light radius and field of view which necessitated the need for proper communication to get through the levels. Furthermore, each player only had a single move (beyond standard movement controls) which was bound to B. For example a character might have a melee attack, a gun, a compass, or a bike.

We were high up in the mountains during a snowy winter. There was large cauldron set outside which required climbing up a small step ladder to peer inside. Apparently it was an implement for a children’s game where the objective was to swirl a big pot of boiling water with a stick while maintaining a mass of noodles close to your own side of the pot.

We were given an assignment where we had to create a crossword using at least 12 words that were at least 5 letters long. We were allowed to make up new words if needed. After staring a blank page for a while, I looked over to my friend who had already completed his puzzle. All of his clues were names of tv shows and anime series.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen as I struggled to keep my eyes open. I tried out an egg tart as I checked the standings site for the mahjong league to see the scores of every team plummeting into the negatives. It was revealed that there was a secret 19th team in the league which had an Australian theme. Apparently there were arranging illegitimate games where they drained all the points from the other teams.

It was the end of the world and we were wandering through the derelict city streets. We spotted a light in one of the buildings and went inside to investigate. There was a small community growing their own food in a makeshift greenhouse. We asked if we could stay and offered our labor as we lacked any material offerings. The leader of the commune asked us to prove our autism as a prerequisite to participating.

I was at some kind of graduation ceremony except for some reason our class was standing on choral risers instead of being seated. There was a buffet of food on the table in the middle of the gymnasium with parents and faculty milling about. My parents were late.

There was a new change on 4chan that gave every user a special role corresponding to a random plant. Depending on what plant they got, they would also get a custom name and pixel icon next to it, representing things such as berries, leaves, or flowers. Every 30 minutes or so, the “season” on the board would change, affecting the icons of new posts made within that time frame. Whenever it became “winter”, a large portion of threads would be randomly deleted, simulating the falling of leaves. There were quite a few anons complaining about this gimmick in particular because of how disruptive it was to ongoing conversations. I scrolled through the catalog in search of the r/a/dio thread.

We were on the 9th floor and we needed route water down to the ground floor. We had a hose running from a kitchen faucet, out the window facing the indoor atrium, and over the railing. I went to take the large service elevator to the first floor but somehow ended up in a hospital wing instead of the building lobby. I stepped out the elevator and wandered around until I found my way back to the lobby. I saw my dad walking out of another elevator, his hands full with a water cooler. I took out my phone and saw that I had missed a message from him asking about the app required to operate the dispenser.