A lot of back and forth with location

I was texting a few different guys throughout the day, one of whom was my neighbor, because I was trying to make plans with them to hang out on separate occasions. They all were guys that I was sort of interested in or were sort of interested in me. I didn't hear back from one of them for a while and when I finally did, he told me that he couldn't text while he was at work, he had to wait until he was "back in the 973" to be able to text me. Apparently he lived in New Jersey but worked elsewhere.

I was at UR for work in the SID office, I'd gone back to help Dennis. He had a few student workers who were decent and he asked if I had a preference as to who helped me out with the men's soccer game that day. I think it was Meliora weekend so there were a lot of events back-to-back; I was handling soccer while Dennis took care of another simultaneous event. I didn't have a preference as to who helped me w/soccer as long as it was someone who knew about the sport. The game was really competitive. UR was playing a team whose colors were royal blue and white. I sat in the press box but it was a lot closer to the field than it is in real life at Fauver and it also was not centered but rather it was closer to the visitor's bench side. The benches were really close to the sideline so that made it a little tricky when it came to calling the ball out of bounds on that side. The ref made a questionable call that was in the favor of UR right in front of the visiting team's bench; they all were pointing in their direction, to the left, but the ref called it UR's ball. On the ensuing play, the ball went out again in front of the visitor's bench but the ref couldn't tell whose ball it should be, so he threw it in. He didn't do a full throw in though, it was more of a chest pass, and someone in the stands yelled "that throw was way too flat!"

I was at the house I had moved into at Rochester when I took the job w/Dennis and I went out to the mailbox. There was no one in the street - no kids playing, no cars driving by, no nothing. I grabbed my mail and sifted through it, tossing the junk mail into the conveniently placed trashcan. There was a bunch of junk mail, candidate fliers, etc. that I dropped into the trashcan and then all that was left in my hands were two voter ballot packets for the election tomorrow - one was addressed to me and one was addressed to Nic, both at the address of my new house.

One of the houses at the end of the street was showing a movie projected onto the side of their house. I stood in the street - it must have been closed off because not a single car drove by - with the sun on my face as it set to my right. I couldn't believe that there wasn't a single kid out there watching with me, or playing. I thought to myself, "They are missing this really cool thing because they're probably inside playing their stupid video games."

I was back in the press box watching the equestrian event. There was a blonde girl who needed to mount a horse to win but she was standing in front of the horse's face - the horse was facing me while the girl had her back to me - and as she watched her opponent race up to the same horse, she jumped up over the horse's head and landed in the saddle, thereby winning the event.

There was someone stuck inside my house, he was tied up with his head in the fireplace. Even though there was a fire, he wasn't burning, he had some blue thing on his face, like a cloud of dust you'd see in a cartoon. He yelled that there was a rocket in his eyes, and all of a sudden I was back in the street watching my upstairs window as the rocket shot off - a little fireworks display came out of my window as the rocket show out of my chimney.