I was watching my brother cook in his apartment and I thought that I had better leave before his friends arrived. I walked down the hallway and into a dark room and saw the books that I had in my luggage but never unpacked. I heard the front door open so I came back out to see that my sister-in-law was home. She said that everyone else was on their way.

My brother had just recently renovated his place and the nearest restroom from the living room was in the basement, down through a door in the garage. When I got to the bottom, water was flooded up above my ankles. After using the toilet and washing my hands, I filled up a bottle of water but decided to only drink it if it seemed safe to drink when I brought it up to the first floor. I picked up a clear bag of trash before heading up. As I climbed the stairs, I noticed the steps were strewn with fish-tanks on their sides and pools of dead fish.

After eating at a restaurant a few blocks from home, I told my parents that I had to go for my Social Security application. They asked if I needed any company/assistance and I declined, confident that I knew how to get to the office alone. I remembered however that I still needed to go home first to get all of my documents so I walked on ahead and eventually lost everybody.

I couldn’t get a clear shot at the oil drum because the dogs kept jumping on me. I paced and ducked to shake them off until the three of them found something more engaging to interact with. I aimed my acid gun at the drum before pulling the trigger.

After shaking the fruit tree in the orchard, I headed into the crayon factory operated by red and blue workers. Crayons were made by dipping sticks into combinations of colored and flavored syrup which were then taste-tested by the manger sitting at the end of the conveyor belt. The first worker in a red uniform was new. She was handed a letter containing a plot to kill the manager with a lethal combination of syrups. All she needed to do was to dip it into the red (bitter) and purple (sweet) tubs before handing it to the next person. She would be compensated for carrying out this task.

My brother and I were watching a movie titled “21 Hours”. It was a movie about a person who turns into a superhero in the span of a day. The final fight scene happened at the top of an office skyscraper late at night.

I kept hearing the words “death death” ringing through my ears as I walked towards the gates of the castle. My mother came out and said that we should have umbrellas but they were nowhere to be found.

My brother had gotten the play of the game as a dog. He waited until the last moment before pulling out the extinguisher to put out the fire in the neighboring room before laying on the ground.

It was high school graduation and for some reason a large group of people were walking away from the ceremony. I followed them across campus and over the grassy hill towards the classical building up ahead. I asked the professor where we were going and he told me that he was giving a lecture on epigenetics. Most of the other people walking up the slope were his students.

The train was about to explode so I jumped off from the side and watched it blow up down the tracks. I walked towards the hotel with a backpack, duffel bag, and white leather handbag. People stared at me while I approached the front door where a couple was trying to talk through the glass. I excused myself, walked through the door, and quickly got into my hotel room. I doubled checked that I had brought all three bags with me before going into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and blew my nose but nothing would come out. I noticed something sticking out of my left nose so I pulled it. A thick and endless glob of mucus came out of my nose as I felt it coming from the back of my throat.