I fashioned a decorative table. I was proud of it until a stranger pointed out that placing needles sticking up vertically from the surface was probably not safe or functional. I felt ashamed for not recognizing this myself.

I entered a wide ocean blue elevator with thousands of diamond buttons. As we descended we were in free fall, accelerating, stuck to the wall from the force. People were muttering, panicked "Please Stop". The elevator kept falling.  I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the impact.

Toilets had chairs stacked on them. Removed the chairs then thought they were blocked for a reason. Searched for more facilities but only found shelves cluttered with repetitious objects: chess pieces, backpacks, stuffed animals... The shelves were collapsing. I tried to stop items from sliding off.

Class had to meet in the lobby; my room being used for music lessons; instruments like sitars played like cellos. Frustrated with unruly class, I went outside to decompress. When I returned the door lock fell apart into several pieces also tangled in a jump rope with lemon handles. I couldn't fix it.

Enormous eggs hatching in the living room; my childhood home. Black birds of prey, the size of ostriches, emerged forming a line under a blasted out window. One by one, they flew out, a pig and a lion among them. A woman in  a white coat and stethoscope was looking for a vet.