I was watching a television series that was about life on different planets. The current episode was about a tropical island planet. It was an ocean world with a single tropical island that was populated by a village of people. There were scenes of children surfing by the spotless beaches while the narrator explained the dramatic tide changes throughout the day.

We were in the cafeteria when a giant bird crashed into the hall through the skylight. The human-sized raven hopped towards me and gripped the fingers on my right hand with its beak. I struggled and tried to run away but every time I broke free, the bird would continue following me. I finally turned around and asked what it wanted. It spoke " You have an uncanny ability for detecting death." It dropped what seemed to be an elementary school worksheet as it spoke. It was dated 2005, and it had the last name of my third grade teacher in the upper right corner. I turned to my friends and asked if anyone might happen to know who, or what, “Death” is. No one had a clue. I turned around and asked the Raven where it came from. “Kenya”, they said.

We were playing a variant of mahjong where the tiles were the shape of popsicle sticks with a hole through the center. Apparently this was for threading a foam cylinder through the pieces to hold them together. “So are we cooking or going out to eat later?” someone asked. We were each handed a different cookbook in response. I received a “Chicken Cookbook”.

It was the 20th year anniversary of a deadly school shooting and there was a special TV program broadcasted for the event. It showed a very detailed account of what happened that day, fully reenacted - up until the point of capturing the gunman in an alleyway.

As I left the classroom for a parent teacher meeting, another student coming in blurted out spoilers for a show in the doorway. The teacher appeared distraught. “Now I can’t work anymore!” they said with their hands to their head. “Oh… haha.” the student laughed.

I was playing a 3D platformer on the Switch with my brother but he had fallen asleep on the couch. I started watching videos that revealed character-specific secret levels on the stages. There was one that involved juggling bombs as Link while sliding down a hill to open the way to a secret temple.

I was looking for my bag among the mountains of other personal belongings that no one had bothered to pick up from the baggage carousel. No one else was here in this unlit concrete station. I manged to find my pencil case and some clothes, but not the bag that I had put everything in.

My brother, his wife, and I were preparing our own breakfasts. I was making some kind of salad when I needed to use the restroom. I went to the toilet on the second floor and needed to pee so much that I had to flush halfway through in order to prevent the toilet bowl from overflowing.

The world was being terrorized by flocks of murderous crows that ripped the flesh of anyone who went out of their homes. The streets were littered with gory remains as people were still trying to find ways to escape. There were rumors that the northern regions were free of the birds.

It was the night before the first day of the semester and I had just realized that I needed to write a paper for tomorrow. I rushed to the library on the third floor to check out whatever books I needed for this philosophy paper. Since it was technically still the holiday, the library was scheduled to close at 9:30PM, less than an hour from now.