My brother and I were sharing a room and he took the bed while I was going to sleep on the floor. I unpacked a portable monitor and slid it underneath the raised bed frame. “What the hell is that?” He asked. “Oh it’s just a monitor.” “You brought that with you?” “It can fold up and doesn’t take much space” I explained.

I was at a high school reunion which took place in a garden venue. There were several long tables on the lawn with food already served but I hadn’t yet picked a seat. I received a few group chat notifications from Messenger on my phone but ignored them because I didn’t recognize the name nor profile picture.

I was lining up for a store along with my dad on a busy street. There was a commotion as someone rushed past us, crashing through the crowds as a person with a stun gun in hand chased after them. Someone took out a handgun. We immediately got onto the floor as two shots rang out. The man being chased and a police officer were both stunned. I thought it must’ve been an accident. Moments later a group of masked people carried their limp bodies away.

My brother had received a game invite via mail and I watched him take a lighter to it to burn the ink off. “Why did you do that?” I asked. He told me that he “[wasn’t] ready for it.” I sat behind him as he searched for an artist’s patreon account.

I was watching a Revue Starlight recap movie with a friend but the movie seemed to end up going very differently from how I remembered the show. I thought to myself how it killed all of the momentum when it cut to an original sequence involving a surreal house party where some of the people had freakishly long necks.

I was playing fairly new sandbox game although it was my second time trying it. There were survival-crafting elements resembling Valheim however there was also a class system. This time I decided to actually read all of the descriptions and tooltips as I played and picked an ocean-oriented class.