I was one out of 6 or 7 contestants on a game show. Each contestant was standing along the black wall of a circular room, right in front of brightly light shapes on the wall. The shapes were shaped like a coffin, and the name of each contestant was written above them. At least one of my cousins was among the other contestants.

We were taking turns going to a lectern, also made of the same white plastic material as the shapes behind us and brightly lit, to answer a question. Each question earned all of us one point each. At some point, correct answers started to make us lose points, to the point we had negative scores.

I say the four members of the SG-1 team get imprisoned in a cell on a Goa’uld ship. The cell was long and narrow, with bunk beds along one of the walls. I think there were 4 or 6 beds, arranged in two stacks of 2 or 3 beds. All of them go lie down on the beds, and all but Teal’c get teleported to somewhere else using Asgard technology. Teal’c then goes to talk to his son, who already was lying in a bed before SG-1 entered the cell, and gives him words of encouragement before lying back down and teleporting away.

I was sitting on a couch in a previous apartment of my aunt. Two of my cousins were sitting down with me, one on my left on the couch and the other on a chair on my right. The one on the chair complains of feeling pain, and shows us his chest which is completely red, as if it had a sunburn. He tells me the other cousin ran over him with a car yesterday. I thought that it was an allergic reaction, because he was eating fish. The other cousin asked him if he really should be eating fish when he’s allergic, and he replied that he is only allergic to white and red fish. I was wondering what kinds of fish could possibly be neither red nor white and I saw that he had long, thin stripes of salmon in his cardboard container.

I was on the front passenger seat of my dad’s car. We were followed by my uncle in his own car, and we were headed towards a supermarket. My dad parked under the roof of the two-floor car park, and my uncle went on the ramp to park on the roof, in rainy weather. My dad parked in a strange spot that seemed to be designed for trucks and not cars, and could have fit three whole cars. When my uncle walked towards us as we were getting out of the car, I mentioned that he could just have parked on our spot as there was more than enough space, but my dad replied that since we would be leaving on separate ways afterwards, it somehow wouldn’t be possible.

I don’t know what my uncle came to do in the supermarket. I followed my dad, who came in to check the price of something he had bought, because he thought he hadn’t paid enough for it. Some sort of bottle of lotion for the skin or for sunburns, but the lotion looked like hand sanitizer. He got it for 2€ but the price tag was 9.43€. I was annoyed that he was trying to make this right when he could just have gotten away with it, and tried to convince him to keep his 7€ and use them on something more interesting, but my dad did not change his mind.