I walked down the center aisle of the church for what felt like an eternity. Everything seemed to point out that I needed to be as minimally disruptive as possible and not make a sound - so I did as was suggested. When I finally got to the mall, I was exhausted and could no longer walk. I found myself passing out on the floor.

I met the man in the middle of the busy square but for some reason I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. I kept asking him to repeat himself up until the point where it felt like he was trying to say goodbye. I awkwardly started to say goodbye as well without really know what was going on.

I had received a large box addressed to me and inside it I found a stack of sketchbooks full of drawings. The cover of each sketchbook was titled with a year. The oldest one went all the way back to 2003. The thing is, these sketchbooks weren’t mine but were the works of a friend I hadn’t talked to in years.

I went into one of the restrooms in the shopping mall and there were bins placed in front of all the urinals.

Somehow I had disabled both of the urinals in the public restroom and the electronic interface for them had to be rebooted. However, in order to restart the operating system, I had to first pass a test that was entirely written in Chinese. I struggled to do much better than guessing the answers but I somehow got by.

I was packing up in preparation to head off for my military service but I had no idea what I was supposed to bring. I ended up bringing up the bare minimum because I wasn’t even sure what I was allowed to bring. When I got to the meeting area, everyone else was already lined up and names were being called out. I realized that everyone else had brought things like their laptops and other electronics with them while I had only packed my clothes. I asked someone if I could run back home to get my things.

We took separate paths around the block but ended up at the front door at the same time. As we walked inside, I copied the person in front of me and set the book of sheet music I was holding down next to the door. Someone saw this and asked me what I was doing. Apparently the other person only set their music at the door because they had already memorized all their pieces.

We were playing the new Smash Brothers and we realized that hitboxes were a little strange. Namely, Link’s up smash hit only those strictly above his model and longer hit people on the ground around him.

It was the first day of class and we were asked to take out our notebooks. I looked in my bag to see that I hadn’t brought anything with me today. I made the assumption that we wouldn’t need anything on the first day. Fortunately we were handed back out notebooks that we turned in at the end of last semester. I opened it to the first blank page as I walked back to the desk and waited for further instructions.

I was playing a game which was set in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. The player however had very little agency in the game as it was made clear that we were not the main character in the story. Player input was limited as we mostly acted as an observer to the chaos unfolding before us.