October 20, 2016

It was that time of year again. We expected them to come tumbling down the hill with their incomprehensible and horrifying screams as we huddle up in our bunkers until they passed by us. “Run and hide!” someone shouted as the first of them came whizzing from the trees. I found a group of people who were shaking in their blanket fort and joined them. We closed our eyes and hoped for the best.

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My Sony Ericsson phone that I used for an alarm had finally run out of battery. It was a song that repeated the words “wait for me” over and over. I looked up to see the rest of my family sitting in massage chairs as we waited for our appointments. “How is this one?” My uncle held up his tablet for us to see a video of his granddaughter approaching a live lobster. “How she’s so brave” my mother commented. My uncle explained that she got accustomed to approaching sea creatures through pretend play sessions with toys.

I was on that very beach now and a television screen was embedded within a inflatable frame. It was showing a video of clams opening an closing and I didn’t want to get too close. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders as I heard laughter from my family.

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I opened up my phone in an attempt to record my previous dreams. However no matter what keys I pressed, all that would come out were vowels from the IPA. I checked my language setting and found that it was set to a custom keyboard labeled “idiot”. I went to configure the advanced settings for the keyboard and got lost in the menus while my memory started to fade.