I am playing some sort of online RPG with my buddy DePorres. At first, it is just like we are playing the game. Over time, though, we begin to more and more just “become” our characters. I am some sort of hyena-man (a gnoll, I believe they are called) while he is a sort of reformed demon or something. I don't know, it was random and he was purple and had large hooves. Anyways, as we became more and more into the game (it became reality) it became that there were modern amenities despite this being sort of a medieval setting. There was some huge demigod in the center of the city in which we were doing are business, and nobody would go near the coliseum that housed it for fear of angering it. Well, I figured the view was nice from there, so I sat with my feet dangling in. Well, I pissed it off and it started trashing the place. DePorres and I hid in a bathroom, which was amazingly swank. It was all marble and gold, like something you would see in a VIP area of a Vegas casino.

I am at a lakeside home where my childhood friend Chris has invited us. His sister is going through a rite of passage ceremony during which she will be bestowed with many ancient Japanese heirlooms (IRL she is half Taiwanese, so this makes no sense). I, however, find that somebody has swapped the gifts out for fake plastic versions. Some people there are outraged, but others are just so happy that the fog is rolling over the lake and the view is beautiful.

I am at my apartment and Kiani comes over. She gives me her dogs for some reason, then leaves. Someone else also comes and gives me a young Dachshund. My buddy Alex is also a St. Bernard. Yes, he IS the dog. And he can talk. So I have four dogs at my place, and one of them is actually a talking incarnation of one of my friends. Well, all is going well until Alex-dog reminds me that I am just treating the dogs like I am visiting someone else’s house: I am not actually feeding them or giving them water, only coming home and playing with them and leaving for school when I’m done. I notice that the Dachshund is damned near dead. How this escaped me thus far is beyond me. I start giving them food, but I keep getting distracted and they continue to become emaciated. Eventually I get it right, but come home to discover that if you feed dogs, they will make shit and leave it here or there around the apartment. I finally realize what it means to have dogs, and Alex-dog tells me that I will grow up to be a good pet owner one day. I take them for a walk and strangely, it is near my elementary school, even though my apartment is many states away. I run into a cute blonde, also walking four dogs.

That’s it.