At an art competition. The first contestant does something cool with spray paint in the time allotted. Some sort of technique allowed him to spray a watermelon texture onto a bicycle. It dried up super fast into the final color.

The next contestant was doing something crazy. A pair of pilots were drawn beforehand, and she was going over some details with a black marker. She was spending too much time on the details. She was tracing very faint details like numbers reflected in the pilots helmets from the dashboard. Time was up, and she hadn’t even begun painting. Somehow she gets extra time to do the painting, must be in the rules. One of the announcers makes a joke, and I say “viscous mockery!”.

We’re walking through town. Looks like a fairly desolate rural town. One of my friends says that we are not connected to the internet, so we better not trigger any transitions to other levels because we couldn’t load them. We say hi to a lady who is glitched out and has no head. We’re in a building I recognize as my own, because I see my compost bucket. It is not my home, just my building.