There was a school-wide assembly and to conclude it, they posed three questions to the student body. The first people to return to the stage with the answers received prizes. One of the three questions asked for the number of teachers that were in the most populated department. Everyone was running through different hallways and buildings, trying to find the answer on the walls. In my head I thought that it might be either the Chinese or French departments.

A friend had become governor of a state and during his short time in office had made chocolate the state food. Everyone was watching a show on TV about a Japanese tourist in England. Apparently this was an yearly event. I looked at the program for the night and cut it in half after folding it.

We were watching a video about a voice actor for a video game whose career started out by posting music videos onto YouTube.

I was sitting with a friend at a table facing the street. I had a feeling that the two people across the road have been following and watching me for months now, as I was here often to do work. I needed to throw away a plastic bottle so I backpedaled in order to keep an eye of my stuff. As expected, the two people came forwards and started rummaging through my books, claiming my day planner as their own. I immediately ran back while they picked up more books while holding a cigarette between their fingers. I asked why they were taking my stuff to which they started taking my friend’s belongings and replied “See, these were mine all along!” I threatened and kicked to no avail as they continued to collect everything that I had owned.

I was sitting on the floor between two shelves in a bookstore and picked out a book titled “Why We Write”. It detailed the reasons why wars were fought. I was in someone’s way so I put the book back in its place before scooting to the left. I picked out another book from the bottom shelf titled “The Walk Through Eastmoreland”. The book itself along with its cover illustration looked like it was published in the 90s. It was a small yet thick paperback with browned pages that had a familiar scent.

I was sitting in a particularly cramped seat of a bus somewhere in Hong Kong. I was going to meet a friend at 12 PM but when I got off at an MTR station, someone led me off asking for help with a children’s soccer game. I was worried about being late but I followed him anyways as he explained to me what I was to do. I simply had to facilitate a few Rock Paper Scissor matches between the kids to determine the sequence the games were to be played. We walked through wide alleyways until we arrived at what looked like a heap of trash in a garbage dump. The top was fenced off which is where I assumed the kids were playing soccer.

My friend and I were playing a game that resembled Portal and our goal was to get to the top of a tower. There would also be boss battles at regular intervals, one of them being a large frog. I remember falling down to the bottom a few times before making enough platforms.

I was extremely anxious and the three of us were standing at the docks in the middle of the night. To the left of us was a restaurant and we could see people eating inside, but otherwise all that was visible was the silhouette of buildings and the horizon ahead. We were going home soon, but I still had tests to take.

We were at backyard barbeque in the evening and water was being scooped into a hot tub. Someone expressed how they wouldn’t want to enter the tub anymore because the original “base” was now diluted.

We were having a Mandarin class while sitting on the carpet of a small yet well lit room.