I was giving my mom directions as she drove us to the restaurant that we had reserved. We passed by restaurant Orvanns but failed to find a parking spot anywhere nearby. All of the spots for the neighboring stores and attractions were also full and there was no residential parking. It started pouring. I suggested that we drive back to the hotel after all and simply walk over. We ended up parking somewhere alongside the highway overlooking the sea.

I was sitting in the backseat of the car with my parents. We were driving through the city in the middle of the night and I could see fallen buildings under the river we were cruising along. They were there from the previous earthquake that had hit the area.

I was in a history class and we were about to go on a week long break. There was a long term project due when we got back from our break but I hadn’t even chosen a topic for it yet. I wanted to ask about the assignment but I was cut off for disrupting the class with too many questions. The teacher reminded me that they had already helped me with my resume. I considered the possibility of simply failing this next assignment.

I was hunched over on the floor of a storefront walkway trying to handwrite a letter in Chinese. However all the characters looked misshapen and oversized so in the end I crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it away. I crossed the street towards the mall in search of a restroom. The public restrooms were right inside of the entrance of the building. Although the doorways were marked as being gendered, both of them led to the same central hand washing area. There were urinals that recorded the duration and amount of fluid with each use.

I was playing a co-op top-down zombie survival game. Each player had a very limited light radius and field of view which necessitated the need for proper communication to get through the levels. Furthermore, each player only had a single move (beyond standard movement controls) which was bound to B. For example a character might have a melee attack, a gun, a compass, or a bike.

We were high up in the mountains during a snowy winter. There was large cauldron set outside which required climbing up a small step ladder to peer inside. Apparently it was an implement for a children’s game where the objective was to swirl a big pot of boiling water with a stick while maintaining a mass of noodles close to your own side of the pot.

We were given an assignment where we had to create a crossword using at least 12 words that were at least 5 letters long. We were allowed to make up new words if needed. After staring a blank page for a while, I looked over to my friend who had already completed his puzzle. All of his clues were names of tv shows and anime series.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen as I struggled to keep my eyes open. I tried out an egg tart as I checked the standings site for the mahjong league to see the scores of every team plummeting into the negatives. It was revealed that there was a secret 19th team in the league which had an Australian theme. Apparently there were arranging illegitimate games where they drained all the points from the other teams.

It was the end of the world and we were wandering through the derelict city streets. We spotted a light in one of the buildings and went inside to investigate. There was a small community growing their own food in a makeshift greenhouse. We asked if we could stay and offered our labor as we lacked any material offerings. The leader of the commune asked us to prove our autism as a prerequisite to participating.

I was at some kind of graduation ceremony except for some reason our class was standing on choral risers instead of being seated. There was a buffet of food on the table in the middle of the gymnasium with parents and faculty milling about. My parents were late.