The river picked up speed and for some reason it flowed towards a giant waterfall. We slipped through the wall of cascading water

We were still trying to finish the problem but I decided to take a break. I got up and was leaving the classroom when broke out.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a burrito. I took a bite and I remember thinking it was the most delicious burrito I had ever eaten.

There I was, matching everything they were doing. We were all detectives. The captain called all of our attention. "Here's to Smith," he rai

I asked my wife what her name was and she told me it was Radio Iron. Radio Iron?! "That's a beautiful name," I said

I materialized some lavender and threw it like a football, watching it land and instantly plant itself next to her. That was my calling card

I stopped the car with my mind and went to fight the driver.

I shrank him down to the size of a miniature toy soldier and placed him in a boat. The boat just barely floated in the water on the floor.

I walked through and didn't explore the dynamic there but I did catch that the woman called her Sapphire. I continued through...

The idea was that it would spin (and maybe flip) but I would stop any serious damage. That's not what happened though. The car spun out...

As I stood there eating the honey bun, my nephew came in. He went over to the pack of honey buns and saw that there was only one left.

We figured the butler distracted us while something came in and got them. We really started looking for a way out then.

"are you serious!? Did you just do that!?". I left with the rose. I heard the guy behind me making a fuss and throwing an absolute fit

There was a portal in the hallway that, if you went through it, led back to a point in time where you would not have gone through it unless

"it's you! it's always been you!" and I knew I needed to get out of there. I tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. He approached me

The world, existence, everything went away. For a few seconds I was nothing nowhere. And then everything was back.

He found a seat at the head table and watched as we filled our plates to fill our guts. Some of us were eating our last meals.

I flashed over to one of the ledges and noticed that the concrete platform beneath me was glowing.

In my hand, the fork was now more like a scalpel as I opened up his chest and legs, exposing bone and muscle. I carved him up like a turkey.

Even in my dreams, I used cross-multiplication to come to a speedy, albeit incorrect, answer. Like always, no one noticed