We had just lost our third member. It didn’t help that they had taken most of our food reserves with them. The only thing left between the two of us were a handful of carrots.

I was sitting on a high stool in a cobblestone alleyway, looking through a window of a cafe. The window was situated higher than myself so I was really only able to see the top half of the wall and its ceiling. There was a abstract painting with a large yellow oval on a white canvas and a green stem that laid across the top of the oval.

I was going to shower and was led into a large bedroom with a curtained bathtub in the corner. The floor was tiled and the window curtains were a majestic purple. While I was showering, I was also somehow able to “merge” parts of the room together, literally condensing the distances between points in space. After doing this for a few iterations, I realized that my shampoo and body soap were gone. I knew that I had brought them in with me and set it down on the side but now they were nowhere to be found.

I was managing some documents when there was suddenly a shooting on the dock. I never got the chance to ask when I would receive the papers back. It seemed like I was the first to notice but the others quickly picked up on what was happening. “They didn’t even shoot the right person!” someone behind me shouted. I’m not even sure what it really mattered for the reality was someone shot another person within 10 meters of were I was standing before they went running off.

My dad was visiting my dorm and when he came into my room he commented on the amount of clothes that were laying around. He said how there were too many and as a result it doubled as noise cancellation. He then pointed to my bed and asked why I had so many folders laid out. “I don’t usually put them on my table” I replied.

I was walking through a sewer system and everything was covered in plastic wrap - ourselves included. We sometimes had to hide in the crevices by the side to avoid the gaze of the sewer mummies. After wandering around, we finally found our way into an office. This room was also tightly coated with plastic wrap except for a small area around a glass door. As I trekked towards it, someone behind said how we might as well leave our marks on the world, or else we would harbor a future with no poets or artists.

I was walking up a long windy hall of stairs with white walls and neon lights. The words of advice from the previous classes were engraved between each step. One of them was a quote about some theory on the current state of affairs between politicians and economists.

I was in the middle of a shopping mall and trying to climb out of some kind of cage-like construction made out of metal bars. Just when I was about to step out, a small boy obstructed my path. He seemed very determined to keep me inside. Instead over climbing over or to the side, I went below and out and he was unable to catch me. People were trying to tickle me as I squeezed out of the opening.

I was watching a movie with a friend and he seemed to know the plot while I didn’t. An old man was walking by a bench in park on a foggy morning and a velociraptor popped out from the side. He seemed unfazed and kept on walking.

We were in some kind of museum and there was a display of realistic sculptures of Pokemon. One of them was a toad with six legs and none of us were able to deduce what it was.