June 2, 2016

I had agreed beforehand that I would catch the 1 o’clock ferry to school in order to go to PE class with someone. Before that could happen though, I still had to finish polishing the floors of the building. When it was nearly 1, I stood up in search of a restroom but wasn’t able to find one in time and ended up missing the ferry. Someone complimented the floor and I replied “isn’t it pretty?” I walked up the stairs with my phone in my hand, wondering how my laptop was still acting as a wifi hotspot even though it was hibernating.

I walked through the hallway on the third floor, passing by a series of doors with thesis titles on them. Most of them were related to biology. When I entered the office at the end of the hall, someone was sitting in a desk and looking at his hands. “I didn’t have any tension in my legs and arms in the morning… they just went fsshh " he said while demonstrating by flopping his arms to the side. “That is until I realized it was simply an illusion” he revealed before noting that he found out that he also had “mutant blood”.

On top of the filing cabinets was a small basket. Most notable was a bag of four red stamps used for stamping dates. Each of these were presents from humanities professors to their students which found their way back into the assortment of miscellaneous stationery. “No one wants to be the incompetent clerk.” my friend said.

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There was some kind of large concert in the park and I was approaching some people sitting on a bench. “What is its son’s name?” I asked, pointing at the two raccoons under the bench. “We don’t know, go ask” they replied. I later learned that the small raccoon’s name was “Stanley Party”. As I turned around to start walking towards the docks, I had the creeping sense that the last three weeks had been looping over and over.

“I’m not trying to get in the way” I said, as I crouched behind some people that were talking at the gangway of a ferry to fix a rope that had snapped that had been holding down a tarp used to cover the doorway. I was struggling as it was proving to be much more difficult than it first seemed to retie the rope together.

“You idiot!” someone shouted.“I didn’t cut it!” I defended.

The rope kept snapping over and over until all that was left was a thin strand.

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I was trying to record the remnants of my last dream while a friend was looking over my shoulder, trying to read what I was typing on my phone. As time went on, my keyboard turned into an assortment of plastic drink bottles, and I had to search for each letter on the different bottles in order to type them. My logging was interrupted by a Pokemon notification, which forced me into a game where I was in a cave with no Pokemon at all. I kept trying to exit, but rocks kept crashing down. I figured this had something to do with the melting of the ice that I had left outside.