We were staying at a hotel for a thanksgiving school trip and whoever wanted to go was invited to a dinner somewhere else. I was alone in the hotel room I was sharing with two other people who had their shoes strewn all over the place. I wondered to myself how they were able to bring so many pairs of shoes with them as I ordered them neatly in the corner of the room. The bus was waiting but I needed somewhere to change my pants and for some reason the hotel room wasn’t adequate enough. I visited the neighboring rooms but they were all occupied and thus didn’t have the privacy I was looking for.

I ended up missing the bus and eating at the hotel.

It was dark in the office and on our desks stood 2 feet tall statues of mascots that also doubled as water dispensers. I felt too distracted to get any work done as I paced back and forth with a cup in my hand. Water flowed out of the statues without end, making a mess of the desks and soaking the office chairs and carpet below. I sat down in one of the few dry chairs as a small “brain” fell out of the hole between the legs of the mascot in front of me, making a soft “plap” as it hit the wet surface.

I was playing as the Engineer in TF2 on a Payload map. When we switched to the defending side, I set up my defenses on the last point when a Shellback from Deep Rock Galactic appeared.

I had received a response to my offer to help someone out with designing their website. I clicked on the new message notification for MSN Messenger and a chatbox popped up. It turned out that they didn’t need the help anymore. I closed the window and changed my cursor.

I was watching a musical that pulled a series of fake-out endings towards the end of the show. At first it was a relatively depressing story about some children, but then the epilogue showed a happy ending. Then moments later it was revealed that the entire thing had been a dream of the main character, rendering both the despair and happy endings as mere figments of imagination. I thought about the metanarrative of how either “endings” would have been preferable to the one that we got.

The three of us were packing our belongings in the middle of a grassy field. The two out of the three of us had been sent back to medieval times from the “future” while the last person was oblivious to our origins. I asked my partner what she thought of our situation. She actually felt quite good, as we still had the ability to request access to things from the present day. I agreed as I looked at my phone from 2014.

We were in some kind of theme park for our class trip and everyone was sitting on a glider that was flying over the hill. I looked to my right to see that people were falling forwards one by one to the ground below which quickly destabilized our ride as the glider became unbalanced.

I received a message on Discord from a friend updating me on her trip home. She said she felt a lot less lonely than she had expected, and that it was actually a little overwhelming. She sent me a short clip of a car driving out of a parking lot but everything beyond the parking lot itself looked like it was procedurally generated.

I was getting breakfast at the snack bar near the entrance of our school. I had gotten the daily special which was some granola topped with yogurt and fruit. I finished eating right before classes were about to begin as trucks started unloading at the front gate. I had to be careful not to trip over the various ramps and traffic cones as I made my way to class.

I was watching the Tatami Galaxy projected onto a black curtain in a dark room. It was getting late go I decided to pause the episode and stop for the night when the credits started rolling. I walked through the curtains into the kitchen which still had its lights on. When I came out of the restroom, I saw that my uncle had already woken up.