June 21, 2017

We were all watching my niece trying to use chopsticks for the first time, while commenting on the development of her fine motor skills.

I was on my way to school when I got kidnapped and woke up to find myself among a crowd of people standing in a large courtyard. Everyone else was in uniform and my belongings were nowhere in sight. “I must be late”, I thought, seeking to talk to whoever was in charge. I was quickly clued in that I had arrived at a labor camp, to which I said I didn’t want to be here.

Much to my confusion, they told me that I could just leave. I asked whether or not that just meant I would get caught again at a later time. There wasn’t an answer.

I headed into an extremely spacious underground bunker which had many rooms that were joined together in a linear fashion. The rooms were crowded with people and the walls lined up with canned goods that would have been able to sustain a sizable population down here for months if not years.

We had gotten bored of watching old flash movies from the early 2000′s and was now watching someone play an old 3D Zelda game. He kept dying on the very first boss with 4 hearts, only to be sent back to the beginning of the dungeon. “Wow! You can’t die in this game!” he commented. I asked him if that was strange, as most games have you respawn when you died.