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Outside in a large grassland, up against some low, rocky mountains. Not much around in terms of vegetation, mostly thin grass. My family is with me, driving in a jeep not on any particular road, just randomly around in the area. I hear a narrator describe how life is easier and less hostile in the more lush parts of the environment where things grow better. I notice a particularly vibrant area just next to the mountains over a hill that we pass by. "Wait, stop! Let's go over there!" I suggest, but my dad wants to go to a more desolate area. I see green trees with lots of leaves, and more bushes and things disappear as we drive down the hill.

Arriving at a really remote area, mostly sharp rocks and dirt, not even much grass, we all get out of the jeep and look around. It just feels more dangerous here, like any form of life has to be mean in order to survive in such a place.

Ironically, I find a play ground, and notice there is one of those parabolic whisper dishes that some new playgrounds have these days. Where it uses the giant satellite looking dish to pass small sounds great distances, where it is similarly received. Pretty cool stuff! I tell my dad what I've found, excited by the discovery. Unimpressed he tells me, "The whole world is basically like that, you just have to listen..."

I imagine the geometrical properties of the whole planet, and all the small parts of it, aligning in such a way that it is possible to hear anything from any distance if you can tune into it just right. Definitely much cooler than the limited dish I just found in the playground, even though it was operating with a distance of about 1km/ half mile between each receiver.

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I was in the basement of my own house, sitting at a computer desk with my sister. However, there was no computer, mousepad, or keyboard. There was nothing to suggest that there was a computer there. Instead, there was a black microwave on the far left of the desk, and I had just placed a casserole dish of some sort inside, which was in a rectangular glass dish. The top was coated with a good layer of cheese, so I couldn't tell what was inside yet. I pressed a single button on the microwave and the casserole began to "cook". Two patches of darker cheese started to bubble, which was a sign that it was done. It only took ten seconds or so. My sister watched the whole time as I took it out and waved my hand over it to cool it down.

My mother walked through the back door upstairs. That door was right where the start of the stairway downstairs was, so I saw her come in. "I'm home," she called out and then I replied. "Hi mom, I made dinner!" I've never made dinner for her in real life before, especially not as a charity with no reason to.

I took the casserole, all cooled off, into the washroom where my father was washing his hands. "Can you help me cut this? I'm not too good with these things." He agreed, and pulled out a random knife from behind him, starting to cut the casserole into sixths. I watched as the knife went straight down, and he pulled out a piece. The inside of the piece he took out looked like light pink and tan cake, not at all like a casserole. I looked harder and saw the insides of the other pieces still in the dish. They were all cheese and larger-than-normal macaroni noodles. "Thanks", I told him and took off to my bedroom, also downstairs.

The lighting in my bedroom was dark, but it was brightened slightly by the light coming from the other room (where the computer desk was). I put the casserole on my bed and somehow managed to tilt it over. "Ugh," I muttered as a lump twice the size of my palm came out onto the light green bedsheets. I put the dish down to the side and tried to pick up the lump with my hand. It was gooey and more like silly putty than sticky cheese. It slipped out of my hand though, so I decided to just leave it there. I turned around and there were two massive garbage bags full of clothes and stuff in my room; they were almost as tall as me. I wiped my hand on one of them to clean it off, and left the room.