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.

Lunch break was ending soon but I stayed in the classroom because I wanted to finish listening to someone tell a story. As I walked out, I thought that I would just note down an extra 5 minute break for my timesheet. It was only later that I noticed I had forgotten my bag in the first classroom and had to run back to retrieve it.

I woke up on the morning after Renn Fayre and was told that my housemates “may have” been up to trouble the night before. They were being deliberately vague about it and asked if I had attended yesterday’s homeroom meeting. I was somehow late but did remember being lectured about respecting the environment. I was unsure if that was supposed to be a hint to what happened.

My dad and I had picked up our bags and were ready to pass through customs when he told me he still needed to report on a torture. I fished my documents out of my bag as we went up the stairs. For some reason I had pictures of the pope in my passport which would change every time I opened and closed the booklet. There was also a portrait of a lion labeled “Charles of Oz”.

My friend and I were in a restaurant and we asked someone if they had any recommendations for nearby places to check out. We were directed to a small help desk with laminated guides of attractions in the area. My friend was scribbling in their day planner with a marker.

It had been a few weeks since a natural disaster had ravaged the city and we were camped on one of the higher floors of the apartment building. The streets outside were still full of rubble covered in a thick coating of mud. I went into my room and told everyone I was ready for things to end, now that I had found a suitable resting spot. I stepped into the coffin in the middle of the room and laid down before closing the cover over myself.

An old friend was visiting town and I was on my way to meet up with them as I got onto the train. I had in fact spotted them on the street earlier in the day but lost track of them before I got the chance to say hi. When we met up at a coffee shop it felt like we both had an endless amount of questions to ask each other. We talked about our long term plans and I had to admit that I still didn’t really have any. They relayed a story about eating tree bark in the middle of a park. I told them how I had finally gotten around to reading The Stranger.

I was scanning through the bookshelves in the library in search for thin blue paperback by an author that went by Abrams. “Is it even good?” Someone asked. I told them it was one of those self-help books that were “kind of obvious in hindsight. Something like Dale Carnegie.” An announcement rang out that the library was going to close for the night in 5 minutes. I had located a copy of the book I was looking for but decided to put it back on the shelf. As I left the library the person at the front desk asked if I was borrowing anything. I told them that they didn’t have the edition I was looking for.

I was leaving the house for work when suddenly my niece ran out the door and tried to jump over the fence, only to land straight on her face. She looked up at me with her bloodied nose and started crying as I rushed over to pick her up.