I was hosting what seemed to be a playtest for an upcoming fighting game. Players had to manage a flowing energy resource that provided drawbacks both when it was empty or too abundant. Dispelling the energy called for a dance-like rhythm to the combat. The square button was for a Frame move which featured high stun attacks.

I was watching friends playing fighting games when some asked if I knew where someone else was. “Is he not in the building?” I asked. I told them that I thought I heard their voice earlier today saying “zoo is hell.”

I had moved in with a new roommate and we were given a tour by the building on how to perform various maintenance tasks in our apartment. I attended a lesson on how recycling was sorted while she sat in on one about how to take care of plants. Apparently there used to be a communally kept lizard in the building but it had frozen to death.

I was taking a math test which seemed relatively straightforward but was unable to concentrate at all. My eyes glazed over as I stared at the small notecard of formulas that we were permitted to bring along.

I was with a volleyball team and we had to keep chanting as we walked through a mall.