June 12, 2015

I had overslept and woke up in a dark room with the curtains drawn. “We can still go see the movie” my brother said. There was some kind of text to speech program running in the background on his laptop that was set next to the bed. It kept rambling on about hypothetical situations in card games. There was an open bag of pretzels on my chest and I had a packet of math problems in my hand.

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An injured dog kept looking at her until she invited it to get onto her scooter. There was a slip of paper on the dog with a series of numbers- but not quite enough to be a phone number. She held this up to someone driving by but was ignored. After arriving at the visitor entrance of a large office building, she ran towards some security guards for help.

I was hanging out with two other people and one of them told me to look up, which I did. He then told me to look down and I refused, suspicious that it was some kind of prank. “It’s just a QStreet joke” he said. The woman from earlier then came over and talked about how we should have seen the dog she had brought with her- but the officers had taken the dog away over the last nine minutes.