I was late to class not did I know which room I was supposed to be in. I paced up and down the hallway, peeking through the doors under the assumption that I would see a teacher’s face who I’d recognized. I didn’t see a teacher but I did see a room of familiar faces in one of the rooms.

There was an hour left for my shift but I’d already completed all of my tasks for the day. Someone said to not ask for extra work to do, as we were “too high level” for that. So we sat around and chatted instead. They asked me what I thought about my job. I said it was chill and that I got to make things. They started talking about an old coworker who’d apparently come back to the company. I recalled how I’d only sometimes see them online and figured that they must be on some kind of part-time position.

I was in a cafeteria with my dad and held up the line we were in when I hesitated to grab a tray and cup from the rack by the turnstiles. We walked to the fridge section and inside were boxes of Oreo ice cream sandwiches. My dad warned me to not get them as they were all opened and half eaten. Some of the 12-pack boxes had as few as four sandwiches left in them.

We were watching a replay in Deadlock of a 1v5 fight. However instead of moving around a camera, the replay was viewed through a character model that could walk around the map. This meant that if you happened to collide with an entity from the replay, there was a chance of throwing the entire simulation off sync.

My friend was on the phone with his mom. He was telling her about the course we were taking together and how it felt like he was actually learning something for the first time in a long time instead of doing the same thing every day. He asked me to fetch his Pokemon keyboard and I went downstairs in search for it.

Two teams of candle minions from Deadlock were fighting on the bed. The minions came out of tubes that were hooked up to a “digestion” machine on the far side of the room. Organic matter was stirred in cylindrical tanks like slushies before being molded and shot out through the tubes. The candle men tasted kind of waxy, as one would expect from their appearance.

The bus failed to wait for my dad and drove away with me and the brother on it. There was no way we were going to convince the driver to turn around so we got off at the next stop before coming up with a plan. “Should we tell him to bike over?” I asked my brother.

We were watching a movie in class and some people were called out of the room for not paying attention. I closed my laptop as my battery was running low. I wasn’t really sure where to go after the movie when a friend told everyone they were throwing an afterparty at their place. I didn’t want to drive home.

I was on the top floor of a mid-rise building with my parents. We were trying to get onto the roof for safety from the “zombies” after us. We had until the “isolation sphere” ran out, which was some kind impenetrable force field that secured the upper floors from any intruders. I scrambled through the mess of random junk on the floor in search of a bag and calculator before the safe period was up. Just as the field dissolved, I jumped out the window and onto the roof.

I was playing Smash 64 with my brother. It had been so long since I played on an N64 that I forgot how to properly hold the controller. I fell off of the stage a few times as Link before switching to Samus.