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I'm frustrated by my inability to add "red" to my inventory. Picking it up doesn't work. Transferring from storage to inventory doesn't work. Buying it doesn't work. We're running out of time. My team is sympathetic but we need to get this done or we'll suffer catastrophic failure

It was an email survey or something that I filled out, and now I'm standing here sputtering. No, I don't remember my "chosen passcode". I don't want to do this anymore.

We form lines and run out into the arena to a cheering audience, but there's danger waiting for us. I think we've been tricked into participating.

We were sharing a very small room off a hallway, it felt like a college dorm. They'll be around so we don't exclusively have this place. I opened a drawer by the bed and found it full of the last guy's stuff; his presence is still felt here. Someone walks by the door and my brother and I raise a blanket to hide from them

We're in a guild which has voice chat. I can't remember who each voice belongs to.

My brother grabs my keys to leave with the car and I stop him because they're not his. One of our guildmates comes over, Cory, in a hoodie. He sits down on the bed with his shoes on and laughs at me.

I remember thinking it would be too bright to look at. We know where it's going to strike but catching it is difficult

My friend Topher set a trap for me inside a portal while I was flying. He and his friend waited for me to go inside, and I sensed something dangerous so I flew away. They threw their hands up in frustration, "come on!" and we all laughed about it.

There's a group of three or four people rummaging through drawers and files in my apartment. The premise is that they are looking for some information, but it's really just to make me powerless and watch them going through my stuff. They are here to be abusive, not to find something. I hate them.

They set up a meeting with the president, he and another staff member are seated in a video on my television. It's humiliation tactic, they are trying to make me defensive and explain what I'm doing is if it was wrong. It's just a recording and I call their bluff.

They never show any weakness or admit anything. They are well trained on making their victim feel hurt and powerless. They are smug and confident the entire time.

My friend Ben is an old man now, barely able to move around. Residents of his apartment building keep robbing him. He's got nothing left. I want to help him.

It's a crappy place to live, and the other residents are young but mostly into drugs. Some of them are attractive. I'm seeing a lot of the ceremony that goes into preparing to use, and there's flirtation going on. I see the drug I want. These are the same people that robbed Ben, I think.

Later I'm on the roof, flying around like superman. Looking for something, or someone.

In the gym, the army is interrogating someone. Most of us have drugs and I'm quickly hiding them under some blankets. I argue with a sergeant about relapse and the difficulty of staying sober to protect one of my friends. Somewhere I find a cardboard box containing grenades, pull the pin and throw it at them, but it bounces away towards the students.

I'm staying in a dormitory that looks like a corporate office. My cat got out and excitedly jumped at a woman who was working

My purpose there was to help a few drag queens get ready for competition. I saw the scoreboard but didn't understand any of it

Earlier I had given them my forest space to get ready for the show. It was misty, gray and muddy.

My report is too many pages but I found my grade - barely passing. My brother is bravely discussing a transfer to a new school because his grade dipped below the threshold.

On my way to the next place, I hitched a ride on the back of a car that was going out into the harbor. Quickly dodged to one side so I wouldn't block the driver's view as he backs up. Jumped off and sank under the waves as they began accelerating.

I wander back into class after a long time away. Comfortable. Couches. A classmate has grown up since the last time I was there. She's happy to see me but confused, "I thought you dropped out"

Our world has a pocket dimension where our valuable stuff is stored, but so does the parallel world.

My mom doesn't believe in it, so I take her by the hand and stand up. Everything turns brilliant white. I'm asking her, "what do you see?" so she'll believe me