I was at a construction site and we were making roof tiles by compressing socks into tight plates. Robert Downey Jr. was there to remind people to wear collars in the workplace.

I was folding my laundry on my bed while my mother talked about a pride event she had recently attended. She noted how it was weird that there were women executioners at the event. I hoped that I didn’t make too much food for a feast we were hosting later.

I was watching a motorcycle event with my family that was part stunt show and part concert. I was clinging onto my dad until I accidentally grabbed his neck and he told me to cut it out. My brother and his wife were with us but their faces looked strangely different from normal. “Did we get too high last night?” they asked.

I was playing Diablo and we were look for the “cow nest”. We had to ring a cowbell to warn people to clear the area as we mowed through the zone. “That’s what happens when the game goes on for too long”, my coworker said, “everyone is bonded and no one wants to die.”

I was late for class and a court date that I had been neglecting for months was also looming. I wanted to ride my bike but it was not in a rideable condition. Despite that, I found myself more concerned with trying to find a suitable lock for it.

I was on the way to the movie theater with my brother and sister-in-law. We took a shortcut through a shaved ice store to get from one alley to another. The shaved ice was self-serve, and there were multiple stations to dispense different colors and flavorings.

It was morning and I set up my work station in one of the spare rooms in the house. I knew the workday was about to start but I wasn’t exactly sure what time it was. A friend walked in and wanted to sleep in the room. I thought to myself how I could no longer slack off now.

I crushed a handful of empty eggshells and brought them upstairs to throw away. A friend asked me if I had seen my mother’s latest work yet. I looked around and saw a large painting of a mediterranean patio under the midday sun. “Oh, not that one” I said as I stared at it in awe.

I was at a banquet and I saw some friends from childhood. I didn’t know what to say to them other than how long it’s been since we’d met. For some reason I wasn’t wearing any clothes. I dived under a table.

We still needed a cover illustration for our zine which was due to print the next day. We know we wanted it to feature Deadlock so I presented some reference materials to the meeting. Apparently this meant that I was now in charge of getting it done. There was no avoiding an all nighter. I started by sketching out a mecha Wraith and heavily armed Yamato.