On the evening of Monday, September 3rd of an unknown year, I was under my loft bed at my own home. My mom came to see me through the living room door and asked me if I had everything ready for tomorrow, to which I replied yes. She then went to sleep, although the living room is also my bedroom and there is no other place to put a bed at my place.

I wrote down on a rectangular sticky note that I had to check my timetable tomorrow, because I started today some classes in a postgrad school, but the official beginning of the classes was tomorrow. There will be 8 hours of classes including 2 in half-groups. We had 6 hours of classes today, in which the English teacher already started a first lecture. The following day, I was in such a hurry that I did not even see the sticky note, even though I had placed it in a very visible spot.

I was swimming in a large rectangular block of water. It did not have walls; the water was staying in this shape by itself, and the block was a few meters high. I was with a few classmates and one of my cousins, who had to go to see the nurse because she got harassed by other students.

I tell a librarian about this and they force me to copy a sentence 120 to 130 times, which causes all the students around me to feel indignation. My surroundings change from that block of water to a regular school library, and the dozen students around me decide to help me. I am given a sheet of paper with ten sentences already written down, and one with a lot more space where I am told to write down an explanation of what really happened, to help my cousin. I look around me and see everyone smiling at me.

In the end, I am back in the water and two girls, twins, go after another girl that was leaving the water, to try to avenge my cousin.

I was a cook at a Domino’s Pizza where the manager decided to stay opened tonight despite the stay-at-home order telling everyone to not go outside after 6pm. Nobody is wearing a mask, but this Covid regulation still exists. All the other employees leave, but I stay to make some calculations. The manager tries to keep me from finding some data I needed to make my calculations. I was trying to prove that we would be losing a lot of money by staying open and serving the only order we received tonight, $50 of pizza that cost us $250 to make. I tell the manager he is now fully in the wrong as I am now defending the company’s interests, so they will definitely help me.