It was the 2nd of [June] and a Tuesday. Someone asked me what I had dreamt on Friday (the 4th) so I had to look through my phone. As this was happening, someone else was trying to talk to me but I didn’t hear any of it.

My grandpa had gone caving by himself but we still needed to get into his house and we didn’t have the keys. We didn’t want the neighbors seeing us pick the lock either so we had to break in through an underground entrance which involved crawling through tight spaces and climbing up cement stairs on all-fours. Once we were inside, we were able to climb a ladder up to the roof and found ourselves at the top of a mountain. I had a pack of gummy bears in my hand and recited “Cupertino Brewery” in an attempt to remember where we were while I struggled to type with the gummies. “That sounds hard to spell” commented my dad.

They were counting down for us to leave before they were going to drop a bomb on us. “These scientists just don’t care!” someone exclaimed. We had our own countermeasures set up in case they really weren’t bluffing and planned to blow us up. When they finally counted down to zero, there was a light fizz in the air as someone jumped up and shouted “Nitrogen!” Both sides had released something meant to counteract some kind of thermal reaction.

The teacher was giving a lecture on living with compassion and how there was more to life than working for 64 hours a day. He shared an anecdote about walking beneath the “Understood tree” by the bridge and finding his purpose in life. Someone in the audience was spamming the powerpoint presentation with Discord notifications that were only visible to other users.

I was having lunch with three separate people who turned out to all be the same girl but from different places in time.

We had to create a timeline for an in-class assignment and one of the events that I put down was the final legalization and commercialization of neural implants in the year 2432. After a long prohibition and wars fought for its repeal, people were allowed to get implants to enhance their cognitive capacities.

We sat down at a cafe that a friend had brought us to for desserts. Someone doubted his claim that the place was any good however, using the size of the seating area as a measure.

“I’ll meet you at the bottom in seven minutes!”

A friend had invited me to lunch and as we were eating I asked him how he had been doing. He constantly mentioned how he was going to be really busy over the next couple of weeks, which was why he wanted to meet in the first place.

After selecting the “Hactive” and “Metal” gene modifications, he described how his head crumbles open at night and he became somewhat magnetic. We sat by the bed when I held up a fork to conclude that it was indeed attracted to his body. He insisted on continuing the supplements while commenting on his self-restraint.