I was walking through the hardware store and passed by a crowd that was gathered around a plastic folding table. The man at the head of the table was drawing a lot of attention by pontificating about how genocide was not only permissible but morally good. Eventually most of the people in the store had congregated around the man to argue with him as he sat in smug self satisfaction.

Most of the students in the courtyard were gathered together to listen to an important speech. The tension in the air slowly rose as the crowds got more and more packed until the lights suddenly went out. All hell had broken loose as people panicked and started pushing and running. My crew and I rushed across campus to free the students that were held in detention near the gym. Afterwards I made my way to the dorms.

We were sitting in tightly arranged desk pods in the class room as we worked on our assignments. There was a tense feeling that something bad was about to happen when a sudden beeping sound came from the front of the classroom. Those of us close to the source of the noise quickly got up and moved to the back of the room. A security guard walked up to the chalkboard and picked up the offending radio clock from the floor. He yanked out the battery from the device before a break was announced for the class. I needed to use the restroom.

We were being approached by two people inside of a tank. As the tank turned the corner, we drove around to flank it from both sides before firing our guns straight into the body of the tank. We kept unloading our shells into the vehicle at point blank range, unsure of when to stop. Eventually we received reports that the intense “shaking” “may have” “injured” the occupants. I got out of the vehicle and opened the hatch of the enemy tank. Inside were two crumpled bodies and banana in a paper bag. I wondered how I was supposed to dispose of the remains.

I was on a movie set that was filming on a large grassy hill. The shot we were working on was a scene of a car driving past rows and rows of parked (maybe abandoned?) cars on the hill. It was starting to get dark.

I found myself waking up in a school building but had trouble determining if I was too early or late for my classes. I started walking in a direction that felt familiar, letting muscle memory guide me to whatever classroom I was supposed to appear at. I passed by a friend who observed that we somehow always had classes in adjacent rooms.”Maybe we used to?…” I said, still not really sure where I was going. In any case, it must’ve meant that I was close.

We were taken on a field trip to visit an old home. It was not a home that I recognized, yet I felt a strange sense of familiarity with the place. The condo unit was half embedded into the ground level. We walked through the unlocked door and looked around at the walls that were now covered with vines and overgrowth. I turned around and stopped in awe at the skylight that illuminated an entire wall with a blinding intensity in the otherwise cooly lit room. Three stacks of oil paintings were hanging from the gallery rails. We were told that all of the paintings around the house had been gathered here, left to slowly degrade under the unrelenting sun.

I was visiting some faculty offices with a friend when someone came out to tell us we were being too noisy. We were going to a party later and I had made some braised pork belly and beef soup in preparation for it. Unfortunately, the food I had made somehow got put into the same container and were now sloshing around in one big mixture of brown sauce.

I was playing a custom map in Starcraft. The fog of war was constantly shifting as I tried to direct my Probe away from the encroaching darkness.

We watched the demonstration being held down the road from the safety of our classroom until we heard a large commotion and emergency sirens blaring. We weren’t quite sure what was happening as glass fell from the high-rise in the construction site across the street. “They must’ve liked that” someone said. The sirens were now broadcasting a message saying that “an incident has occurred” while the dark mass of people gathered at the intersection were now running in our direction.