We were watching a movie about the proposed redevelopment of our metro and underground pedestrian zone. The film included a virtual walking tour through the stations, full of both new and familiar storefronts. I got a little emotional when we walked through the re-imagined path of my old commute.

I was at a friend’s house party and they wanted me to play Jackbox with them. I told them I’d pass while I struggled to fit on a blue pair of disposable gloves. “Oh come on”, they begged. “Alright, fine”, I conceded as the gloves weren’t fitting anyways. A friend offered his phone, asking if I still had a “wood phone”, a reference to the fact that my phone was falling apart around this time last year. I looked at the TV and noticed I wasn’t able to focus and read anything on the screen.

I was going to be late so my friend offered me a ride to a bus stop to cut down on my transit time. When I got out of the car, I tried to check my phone for which lines go to campus but for some reason all of the time estimates were on the magnitude of days. The buses were starting to leave so I just hopped onto the one that looked right and hoped for the best.

I was late to class not did I know which room I was supposed to be in. I paced up and down the hallway, peeking through the doors under the assumption that I would see a teacher’s face who I’d recognized. I didn’t see a teacher but I did see a room of familiar faces in one of the rooms.

There was an hour left for my shift but I’d already completed all of my tasks for the day. Someone said to not ask for extra work to do, as we were “too high level” for that. So we sat around and chatted instead. They asked me what I thought about my job. I said it was chill and that I got to make things. They started talking about an old coworker who’d apparently come back to the company. I recalled how I’d only sometimes see them online and figured that they must be on some kind of part-time position.

I was in a cafeteria with my dad and held up the line we were in when I hesitated to grab a tray and cup from the rack by the turnstiles. We walked to the fridge section and inside were boxes of Oreo ice cream sandwiches. My dad warned me to not get them as they were all opened and half eaten. Some of the 12-pack boxes had as few as four sandwiches left in them.

We were watching a replay in Deadlock of a 1v5 fight. However instead of moving around a camera, the replay was viewed through a character model that could walk around the map. This meant that if you happened to collide with an entity from the replay, there was a chance of throwing the entire simulation off sync.

My friend was on the phone with his mom. He was telling her about the course we were taking together and how it felt like he was actually learning something for the first time in a long time instead of doing the same thing every day. He asked me to fetch his Pokemon keyboard and I went downstairs in search for it.

Two teams of candle minions from Deadlock were fighting on the bed. The minions came out of tubes that were hooked up to a “digestion” machine on the far side of the room. Organic matter was stirred in cylindrical tanks like slushies before being molded and shot out through the tubes. The candle men tasted kind of waxy, as one would expect from their appearance.

The bus failed to wait for my dad and drove away with me and the brother on it. There was no way we were going to convince the driver to turn around so we got off at the next stop before coming up with a plan. “Should we tell him to bike over?” I asked my brother.