I was entering some kind of video editing contest but everyone had to submit their entries in person. I was next in line with a flash drive in hand only to be told that it had the wrong USB type. I tried to think of the best way to submit my entry and settled on converting the file so that it could be sent over a private message. The other people behind me in line got annoyed as I kept revising the message that accompanied the attachment.

I wanted to print a note but I didn’t have any paper around. I decided to fry a slice of toast to use as a surface. A family friend saw me in the kitchen asked me if I was trying to make a grilled cheese. I hesitantly replied “Yes” and slapped down a slice of American.

I was playing a TF2 mod where every class had branching upgrades. There were Engineers with extra sentry levels and Snipers with miniguns. Scouts had the ability to backstab, but only in shaded areas.

I woke up and looked out the window to see that my room was many floors higher than usual. Apparently it had floated into the sky while I was asleep and was now on its descent. There was a large circus tent across the field.

It was the zombie apocalypse and we were walking down the stairwell of a parking lot in search for the underground safe house.

I had pirated Tears of the Kingdom and was playing it next door to my friend’s room. Our doors and the wall between them were overgrown with glowing tree roots that were responsive to our game progress. I had also grabbed a safe file from my friend that was right before the final fight.

I was going to watch Utena in the theaters with my brother and sister-in-law. One of the fight scenes was playing on a big screen above us as we approached the box office. My sister-in-law asked if I’ve ever watched it before. I said that I’ve started but never finished it. She asked if it was because I didn’t like it and I told her it was because my friends didn’t show up to finish watching it together.

We were working on something in the garage when she spotted a large cockroach. I got out a can of bug spray and slowly approached the cockroach before dousing the bug with way too much of it. “Can you step on it now?” she asked from the other side of the garage. I really didn’t want to get any closer.

I wanted to suggest an 80s theme to my team for the upcoming mahjong league. However I struggled to type properly and the words failed to press onto the uneven metal surface.

I was trying to get out of the subway car but two small children were standing in the way. Eventually I walked around them but it was as if they hadn’t noticed me at all. I was walking on the platform when I heard someone calling out “Young man!” I turned my head to realize they weren’t speaking to me. I felt invisible walking through the mostly empty station.