December 29, 2018

I was told that the cleaners were underground so I took the elevator to the basement. I fumbled with the buttons and managed to press 1, B1, and B2. When I finally got to my floor, I walked straight ahead through the underground mall. I knew that the storefront was supposed to be under the other apartment building so I went forward with that in mind.

I eventually ended up by the beach and I saw some classmates on their afterschool run. They were on their way back when I decided to go for a swim. As I swam around a large rock, I was suddenly paralyzed in the water. Over the next minute, I felt like as if my consciousness was being sucked out of my body before I was able to move again. When I got to shore, I felt drained and made my way back home. I never found the laundry place.

Someone asked to see a draft of my thesis and I handed over a stack of pages that I had churned out over a couple of all-nighters. He was impressed by how much I had written, but found it mostly incomprehensible. He also accused me of not knowing how to use the word “anticipation” correctly.

My friend asked to see my phone, as he wanted to know why I had a picture of Futaba from Persona above a bunch of text. I told him about my dream journal and how the note-taking app I was using had the ability to portray your thoughts and mental images as you type. While it was convenient, I also told him that it most likely utilized a very invasive algorithm in terms of privacy.