I had woken up to see that my flight was going to be arriving 4 hours ahead of schedule. However, I realized that it was set to land in Henan instead of Taipei. When I asked the person to the right of me what was going on, they said that I had slept for an extra 12 hours.

We were watching another “formulaic superhero movie” on the laptop. The heroes would have an encounter with the villain, spot a certain symbol associated with the villain during the battle, and after a defeat analyze and research said symbol in the library. Using this information, the heroes would attain new equipment in order to defeat the villain.

I was looking at the entries of the photography contest and I saw a piece titled “Left and my mountain”. It was a photo of a rock climber approaching the top of the cliff in front of the sun. I looked to the right to see another photo of a rock climber titled “Right and my mountain”.

They were looking for a good place to drill a hole through the wall. “Are you trying to escape?” I asked. Apparently, they were planning to dig through the wall somewhere and install a fake wall in its place to create a hiding spot. “Can I join?” I asked, to which they accepted. Unfortunately for us, we were surrounded by 3 walls of concrete and a pane of glass facing a large garden. I told them that there wasn’t any chance that we were going to be inconspicuous.

There were multiple elevators that operated for the same building. However, I wasn’t aware that each of the elevators were only available on one third of the floors and accidentally destroyed the one that went to the middle floors. Our main objective was to bring someone down but I also wanted to explore the tower as I walked up the many flights of stairs. I found myself skipping over a lot of the lower floors, not stopping to look around before continuing upwards. Sometimes when I stopped at a floor, I would be greeted by a menu of streaming anime episodes.

We were standing in the cramped unlit kitchen and I had just scooped out a bowl of oatmeal and quinoa from a jar for dinner. We were then supposed to let it breathe by not closing the lid again like a batch of sour dough.

We had walked into a boss fight with what looked like one of those crocodiles from Donkey Kong. He attacked mostly in the form of lunging and rolling to the side. After defeating him, he started talking about the patches he had sewn onto a jacket. He declared himself to be “anti weeb, anti communist” which according to him was the reason that he didn’t like the backpacking patch. His mom had patched that one, he said and someone else called him out on it.

Our Bastion and Reinhardt were camping the first chokepoint on Hanamura defense. I saw a cloaked figure approach us from the left but by the time I alerted the pair it was already too late and we got backstabbed.

We were at the bottom of the pit at King’s Row. There was a platform on a pulley and seemed to go up forever. I was unsure if it would carry us back up to the surface. Two Mercys were flying up and down in an attempt to escape.

I set the turtle plush that I was given as a present down by the stairs before walking out of the hotel. I was cosplaying as Ana but also had a face mask on that was obstructing my view. We were trying to fight for the first point on Hollywood but the gun prop I had carried with me was useless. Some people were asking where one of the characters that someone else had dressed up as was from. “Some American reality TV show” someone replied.