All of a sudden my lower lip went numb. My jaw was stuck as the bottom half of my face became cold and tingly. After a few moments of hesitance, I walked up to someone to ask for help. However before any emergency services could arrive we had to fill out a form that was online, stating our degree of emergency. The person helping me filled out my first name as “Test of Clark” and my surname as my full legal name with near illegible handwriting.

I sitting back in a Japanese class. It was a level three class, the one that I had skipped a year ago. Except everyone was holding syntax trees for the language which I never recalled doing.

I had just gotten a new desktop computer except it was in fact a very old model. It was so old that I was gaming on a 10’’ CRT monitor.

I was about to step into the shower when I remembered that I had packed a shrink wrapped book into my luggage earlier. Or rather, I remembered that I shouldn’t have put it in luggage. Either way, the suitcase was now inaccessible. I asked the other person who was also about to shower in the neighboring stall if she had my keys. She handed them to me and I caught them and ran out onto the street. I was in the city and on the search for a bookstore in order to get that book back into my hands again.

The three of us were on a small boat. One might go so far as to say that it was simply a fancy pastel pink motorized dinghy. We pulled into the dock that had a space the size of parking for a regular land motor vehicle. Everyone was speaking a language that was derived exclusively from terms relating to water.

I was in class for Reactor Training and our lesson for the day was about troubleshooting. Eventually I was calculating various velocities and using equations to solve interpersonal conflicts.

A test was set down in front of me and its purpose was to give me a chance to prove myself. The only way this would work was if a pharaoh was also taking the test at the same time.

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.