February 7, 2016

I had just dreamt about someone and when I woke up I decided to check out their Instagram (which I don’t even use). I was accessing a Mac in front of a window from which one could see a group of monkeys playing in the pool on the other side. They each also wore their own costumes and someone called them “wide-eyed cooperatives”. Someone to the right of me asked what I was up to and I got rather embarrassed. I had to leave anyways as my bus was arriving. I accelerated away from my inquisitor, desk and all. “Bye” I waved meekly.

As the open-roofed bus sped along the empty streets, I tried to stuff the large computer into my backpack. My stop was coming up. I reached into my pockets to find a handful of receipts.

We were watching a film and needed to fill out a worksheet as well for comprehension. But we were also in the film. One of the questions asked about what one of the people was singing about. They mentioned out it took us three hours to fix their car and that we spent an additional two hours hanging out with them.

As we walked onto the street lit up only by the orange lamps, we encountered what seemed to be a group of young boys playing in a waterfall installation in the adjacent parking lot. Upon further inspection however, we found out that it was simply a structure. The boys were “breathing rocks” but didn’t seem to actually be alive.

We later walked through empty concrete buildings. There were signs of past habitation but it seemed to be abandoned long ago. Sometimes a dog or a cat would greet as aggressively then walk away.

People kept “spawning” in the haunted house and I was responsible for managing and directing them. I decided to gather them all together so that we could first establish a way of maintaining communication before splitting. There were nearly 30 of us.