Someone was walking around the room and placing frames around my mom’s oil paintings that were hung up on the walls. They were being retouched, with my mother’s permission, of course. However it looked more like the canvases were being repurposed for new paintings instead, as they quickly painted over the original work.

The answers on the Spanish test that was just handed back to me seem rather unfamiliar. As I continued to scan the page, I became more and more convinced that I had received the wrong test. I looked at the top of the page to confirm my suspicions. It was the test of someone named Reman.

It was the second to last week that our painting class was going to meet. I was gathering shades of blue from a painting of a moonrise with an eyedropper. I commented on how I was having a hard time trying to extract skin tones from the image.

We were digging in search of the ruins that once lay here. There was a legend that of man who was betrothed to the princess. However, one day he had become invisible and in order to prove to the kingdom that not only was he worthy, but that he was also the same man, he was tasked with reaching a platform that was at the center of a fallen city. No one knew for sure if this platform even existed for the city itself, “Theopolis”, was already a mythical place. This was known as the “Warrior’s Trial”.

They held an improv play every time they released a new character in the game. Every Friday at 7:30 PM in the park. I had forgotten this fact however, and one night while I was staring into the pond, a large pillar of rock rose up from the water. I jumped back in shock as a door opened and a couple made their entrance onto the stage, asking for volunteer actors for tonight’s show. Just by coincidence, I was here for every performance - and someone just happened to recognize me.

We were sitting at a table in the middle of the street on a winter day. It was cold and we were bored. We just about had tabs on every person alive - except for teenagers. “No wonder people are interested in teenagers”, someone mused. “No one knows what they’re up to.”

Since the table was getting a little crowded, the host requested that we start distributing ourselves a little more evenly among the other seats. When I stood up however, I saw that all of the other tables were just as filled, if not not more full, than the one I was just sitting at. I awkwardly sat back down.

I had just finished taking a shower inside of the warehouse and I was trying to recall where I had left my belongings. I walked up to one of the tables to see that my stuff had been mixed up with other people’s things. Someone asked if I wanted to go out for dinner later.

As we walked down the hallway I realized that I have been here before. I had never thought that I would see this place again - an image that had been stuck in my mind of a hallway with copper reflections. For the first time I was going to be able to get to the end of the hall.

He wanted to show us a new trick which involved shooting a beer bottle as he flipped it upwards. We were in a hotel room. So even through most of the shots weren’t connecting, we were making a mess anyways with broken glass all over the bed and carpet. And throughout this whole time, he had been trying to film himself with a camera in his hand.