I have to put the bridge on myself; I told an onlooker it was called the "frog". My strings are fraying strips of cross stitch fabric, and the curtain is rising.

She thought for a few seconds, and then guessed purple, which is my favorite color

A friend Liz from high school was showing me around, we had lacrosse sticks in our hands. She's smart and athletic. I was surprised that we walked all the way to her door, so I quickly said goodbye and she said "have a nice night"

My cat Allie is scampering across the carpet at me, she's a kitten again

Using a toilet stall in a dark, large bathroom, struggling with long cloth-like toilet paper. There's no privacy at all. Someone comes in and I'm scared

Someone is working for the FBI

Angry, I brushed past him. By the time our shoulders made contact he had disappeared; he wiped my memory so I wouldn't know what he did.

I tried to feed my friend's pet rat a mouse leg and it dragged it all over his apartment getting blood everywhere

They were normal, nice guys but I could only talk to them through computer screens

My spells keep growing stronger but I don't know what they are anymore. I never get to use them; this place is hectic and stressful. I'm trying to stay above water.

Later there are some mice I'm supposed to kill so that I can graduate. I hold them in my hands and they're adorable. Sleepy little guys. I'm going to lie and say that I killed them, but hide them somewhere safe

On a hidden colony planet I purchased information with credits from an entity that looked like a dog. His collar allowed me to buy a word. I got "Ettin" and when I asked a woman about it, she said he was a captive.

I asked the conductor if I could observe her to learn how to conduct. She agreed but was very busy; there are thousands of students in this room. She's trying to simplify by having students clap or speak instead of play their instruments. Other conductors are teaching different groups of students

I'm flying through the world as fast as I can, and she's leisurely following along, waiting for me to run out of moves. She knows exactly where I'm going and there's no way to outrun her. It's only a matter of time before she catches me.

I keep having to switch back and forth, lost my drugs in the process but found a woman I'd never met before who offered to give me some. I don't know if they're real or garbage, I don't trust her yet. They're turning to dust in my pocket as I'm leaving for the last time and I'm certain everyone is going to find out. Later I'm turning my head because someone is being killed by guillotine and I'm next.

Two friends and I are infiltrating a factory or warehouse. We don't see anyone; this is the start of the mission and we're learning the controls. They're very clunky and I'm frustrated by my inability to move around. My friends got the hang of it quickly and I'm embarrassed. Then later filled with dread as the danger ramps up and I still don't know how to move around.

Looking at guides on how to make credits in this country where I don't speak the dominant language. Are we in South America? I need millions in order to build a corvette, a type of spaceship, and the guides are only helpful for a few dozen at a time.

My team is competent and friendly but unknown to me, and I'm missing home. A letter will be sent to my previous employer to let them know I've been reassigned.

I found drugs in my college stuff. It's mushy and low-quality but I'm going to use it. I start getting ready in one of the rooms, and she's outside, worried, intrusive and pestering me. She wants to prevent me from hurting myself, but she's intruding. Later I realize I had the stuff all over my lap and it was obvious what I was doing. I'm angry and embarrassed.

My appointments are infrequent but exciting. There's a cute guy there.

I'm on the 87th story

I can get to the ground level by jumping into a crease between the wall and the floor.

Paradoxes and challenges. I can't learn enough about this place to make sense of it. It's always changing. There's excitement and love and adventure, but I'm stressed out all the time.

We're being pursued by a huge white werewolf. I think it used to be a person called Ikumen; calling its name enrages it. There's a little boy with me and we're trying to escape. Up and down snowy slopes, distractions, finally hiding inside the hotel where it's stalking us from room to room.

A place beneath the surface that most people don't know about. Fantasy is real down there.

An older woman wanted to give the police a piece of her mind. I remember her trapping an officer in a room and punching the glass behind him to make sure it would hold. He was terrified. When they came for us, I reminded her that they didn't know how to get to the Underground, so we used it to escape.

Every so often, creatures would land on earth, which looked cute and wildly unique and cartoonish, not unlike Pokemon (but vastly different). They all had a single eye, or in some cases no eyes. They had the intelligence level of a house cat.

Humans would adopt these creatures as pets, feed and nurture them. It was a symbiotic relationship. Another creature landed one day, this one had 2 eyes, Grey fur, sharp teeth, spoke human language, and a bloodlust.

The creature singlehandedly wiped out the Humans. The Earth was now populated by this new invasive species.

I was one of four siblings, one had passed, and I couldn't remember his name. I think he was a fiction we'd created to get out of school, and now we were being asked to write an essay about his life. I was angry and frustrated that no one would tell me

They were all pretending. Betrayers, all of them. I came back and he was going through my documents; he'd given up pretending and didn't care that I saw him.

The end of the semester is coming and I haven't gone to any of my electives. I'm pretty sure I'm still going to pass because I'm a music major and did well in my ensembles.

There's an older lady with long curly hair who wants to switch to music and I'm trying to be excited for her. "Oh good, you can teach with Mr. Zabaphore!" but I hate him.

One of my friends is quickly becoming competent; he's invented a device charger with spare parts.

My brother and I are trying to get home, but he can't fly. We're near the elementary school. I grab his hand and try to lift us both up.

The setting is awful but the people aren't too bad. There's a pair of siblings that know something is different about them, but can't remember what it is. The boy is really nice. I'm talking to him while his sister listens.

Hell tries to scare me with an image of my brother who's forgotten who I am, but I laugh it off

I see a man carrying a fancy rapier. I have one too but it's just a practice weapon. I can levitate, but it doesn't feel impressive.