I was editing a trailer for a game that was animated like an old cartoon. As I watched back on the work I’d done so far, I noticed that it appeared rather homoerotic. The other video I had in progress was an old Harry Potter cartoon which featured a scene where Harry gets sucked into a vacuum cleaner and turned into a sheep to avoid detection from Death Eaters.

I was playing a Control Point game of TF2 which took place in some kind of European city under siege in the middle of the night. We were steamrolling over the BLU team as we captured the point inside of the burning cathedral. The back of the cathedral opened up to a wide boulevard and we were already on the point with x25 capture speed. We thought about backing off a bit to give the defending team a chance until they had nearly captured the first point back.

I was watching a game of Brood War. It was a TvT match between a teal and yellow player. Command Centers were constantly being lifted and landed as a group of tanks was trying to push into an expansion.

I was filming a chase scene and we were debating where the red helium balloon should be in the shot. We were filming parts so out of order that we got confused who in the scene was supposed to be doing the chasing. The actor asked to redo the shot because they felt themselves constantly getting out character for their posture. Someone brought out snacks so we took a break.

We were swimming through a stream in a park and someone wondered what would happen if the river were dammed. I said that there’d probably be a big flood. In that moment they became obsessed with the idea of damming the stream and wanted to create a movement of “human dams”.

We were playing a survival game and a toxic gas weather event was fast approaching. We had to properly insulate our house out in the suburbs with concrete and water proofing material gathered from the garages of nearby homes.

I was back on my college campus but was being questioned if I was actually an alum. It was currently a holiday so we had to fill in a form for contact information before being allowed to enter further. We were asked to fill in the forms in order of when we first got online and directed to different rooms accordingly. I figured 2000 might’ve been too early as I would’ve only been 4 by then. I thought 6 might be closer. I heard someone blurt out “7!” followed by a brief chuckle.

My parents had started teaching Finnish and were posting daily lessons on an online forum.

It was the first day of class and I was struggling to find a desk to sit where I could clearly see the whiteboard. Our first assignment was to answer some questions about a cartoon show. I rummaged through my backpack but was unable to find my notebook. I had a feeling someone had taken it but didn’t want to make a scene. I left the classroom to buy a replacement.

I was trying to give someone my legal name but they couldn’t seem to understand that a “first name” could be made up of two “words”. They asked me to write it down but I struggled to scribble out anything legible on the sticky note.