I had just gotten out of bed and was heading for breakfast. I had not finished the homework due for the day nor had I done the reading very thoroughly. The homework itself concerned something about the morphological analysis of the Japanese language. A girl caught up to me, claiming that she didn’t understand the reading (or rather “didn’t learn anything”) and only remembered that the author’s last name was Lester.

Our Mandarin class was going out for some kind of school trip. It was evening and many of us were hungry. We were staying on top of a convenience store so I went out of the room to get something to eat. I asked around and ended up picking some bread and precooked beef, carrots and broccoli.

I got up from bed and walked outside to the water. I looked up and started to shout about disabilities and showering. After I was done, I walked to the cafeteria to get something to eat. It seemed like the only options left were all desserts of some kind.

We were doing some kind of experiment while a white lab rat was running around the room. The people around me seemed intent on drowning the rat. We watched it run around and climb on the furniture, stopping every so often to regain its bearings. After a while, the rat climbed into a paint bucket full of water in the sink on its own accord. People were delighted as it struggled to get back out. It only took a few seconds before the rat got out when a girl walked by, picked up the rat, and set it into another bucket full of water. Each successive time the small creature crawled out, she got more and more aggressive with her handling of the rat. By the end, she was throwing the critter back into the water every time it poked its head from the top.

I filled up my water bottle at the sink and after I twisted the cap on, I looked at the contents to find that it was full of sand with a layer of oil floating above of it. The people around me were engaged in their own conversations when I spoke up and said, “Uh, I’m getting sandy water here, is someone going to fix that?” “Oh! Just use a filter, it’ll be fine.” came the reply.

Five or so of us were sitting around a table in an unlit room. Someone had a paper bag full of cream puffs and bagels. “What are you doing with those?” I asked. “Oh, well you know how commons are like on the weekends” she replied.

It was raining and the bus was about to leave. I went indoors to find a bathroom, hoping that I would make it back out on time. I wasn’t accompanied by anyone I knew, as usual, so if I was left behind no one would really notice. When I got out, instead of heading back into the rain I walked through the station and boarded the metro. The car was mostly empty and very clean.

We were on a boat in the middle of a city and mountains. The people in the water were having a contest to see who can throw a ball filled with some kind of brown gel the furthest. I remember giving the girl in front of me a tip to make sure that the strap attached to the ball doesn’t hook onto her elbow when she threw it.

Someone had an aversion to seeing fish because they didn’t eat dogs. There was a large celebration going on and everyone was crowded in one spot while I looked from afar. A Mii was singing a song telling someone to hurry up.

What looked like white plaster was oozing out of a plastic bottle that had a hole cut out of the bottom. This was the signal.