A humanoid robot with a bare metal chassis looked up and started to walk towards me with its head tilted at an angle. I asked the robot what it was looking for only to find that it lacked the ability to speak. It made a scissor-like motion with its fingers so I looked around the table for a pair. By the time I had found a pair and was about to pass it over to the robot, it had already picked up one on its own. It resumed its advance towards me, but this time with the scissors snipping away in its hand. It got real close to me, the scissors now poking at my arm and snapping right against my skin. However the moment the blades managed to pinch a bit of skin and drew blood as it sliced my flesh, the robot suddenly jumped back and started to malfunction.

I was laying on the floor and I could hear some kind of denpa song blasting in the room. I knew that the end of the day was approaching and my body felt limp as I struggled to get up. I could feel people carrying and pushing me around on the smooth linoleum as I ping-ponged between the walls of the room. I felt my mom trying to get me to sit up to no avail.

I was in the kitchen after a trip for groceries. I looked inside the fridge and saw a large set of alcohol. The main bottle had a special cap which had multiple differently shaped spouts to pour out of. I felt an obligation to drink despite never drinking due to the fact that I had purchased the alcohol myself. I went digging in the fridge for some coke and a lemon.

The three of us headed to the tennis courts only to find that most of them were already occupied. A friend was bothered by the inefficient use of space and the arrangement of nets as the court area was also a mix of basketball and volleyball. The three of us tried to play tennis next to a giant mecha sitting in the corner.

I had found my friend’s streaming channel but I never managed to catch them while they were live. I scrubbed through the VODs of them talking about their life but didn’t have the time to watch any in its entirety.

I was the second to last week of the semester and I was walking through campus with a friend. He slipped into the gym where I quickly lost track of him. I wandered through the pop-up market when I bumped into another old friend. He told me how he managed to finish his degree early and was graduating this semester. I asked if he had front-loaded all of his courses or simply took full course loads for his final semesters. I told him about I’d thought about doing the same but it just never happened.

My class had just finished and I wasn’t sure where I supposed to go next. The teacher unhelpfully joked that my next class was with them again. I started packing my groceries into my bag which made it very heavy to carry around. I ended up setting my stuff down at an outdoor picnic table. I wasn’t quite sure which notebook take out of my bag before making my way towards the marshy pool.

There was a brand that sold prepackaged bundles of cleaning supplies called “Mob Party”. However the consensus seemed to be that their offerings were rather poor.

I was getting ready to meet my brother who was visiting the city. He told me that he had applied and showed up to my workplace a few days ago because he wanted to know what it was that I actually did for work.

We were walking through the gardens when we approached a large round structure with a canvas roof. The plaque placed by the door described it as being an American style building. Inside of the tent was an exhibit of ancient pottery and other Native artifacts.