March 22, 2015

We had a physics project where we had to create our own remote control helicopter that was to break the record altitude. We had a lot of issues with mapping the controls onto the buttons of our controller because the manual we were given was printed in black and white. “I’ll go look for the original manual” I said as I left the room. I remember that at one point I did see how the red, green, blue, yellow buttons were supposed to be mapped. I failed to find this original manual but I forgot that I intended to do so, so I returned to the room empty-handed. We pressed different buttons on the controller without response until someone reminded us that we forgot to program it in. “Well, fuck it.” someone said, “We’ll just map the buttons to whatever.”

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There was a large party and everyone was dancing. People were trying to get onto the top of roofs. I wasn’t sure what their motivation was but I just wanted to take a good picture of the structures around us. In front of the two hotels facing the water, there were huge cast iron structures of torsos and heads. One roof was particularly shaky and then I realized that I had gotten on top of the wrong building.

I spent the rest of my time wandering around. I entered what seemed to be some kind of religious building and everyone looked at me when I walked through the open door. None of the seats and the people in them were facing the same direction. I couldn’t make out where the front of the building was. I continued walking until I was inside the courtyard which had a small pool of water that people were swimming in. I thought about how nice of a photo it would have been if the water wasn’t teeming with swimmers with black caps.

There was now a fairly repetitive song playing over the loudspeakers which for which the chorus went along the lines of “I like Sunday the song” on repeat. Someone had asked me what it meant for which I said my best guess was that there was a song called “Sunday” and whoever the artist of this song was especially liked the song, not the actual day of the week, Sunday.

I was now in a room that was laid with layers upon layers of blankets and in the center was a large basket padded with pillows. Being extremely tired, I crawled into the basket as I lost any remaining strength in my muscles. There was a projector directed to the front of the room and on the screen was what I assumed to be my cousin’s desktop image which was a collage of characters from the Monogatari series. My cousin was then coming in with her two year old daughter and so I quickly got out of my spot for apparently it was the child’s crib. At one point the child was facing me and we interlocked our fingers. Another friend of hers now entered and my cousin asked her daughter how she liked the new book she was reading.

“It wasn’t straightforward enough.” she replied, “the overuse of metaphors really hindered the transparency.”

“Oh, well that’s disappointing” My cousin then turned to her friend, “when was the last time you read [x]*?”

“About 6th of 7th grade, I think” she answered.

By then someone else had entered the room and asked me what I was doing up so late. It was still bright outside and it seemed like it was around 4 in the afternoon. “Oh, I just didn’t really sleep on Thursday so I slept through the entirety of my Friday” I told him. “It’s spring break anyways.” He then revealed to me that it was only Saturday to which I was relieved as I thought I had already wasted two days instead of one. He then asked me what would happen if I dropped out of school to which I figured that he was referring to my lacking performance in physics. “Oh, so you mean what would happen if I really fuck up this last quarter?”

*Most likely some piece of young adult fiction.