Cold

Date: 8/1/2025

Me and my mom were driving down the road. We saw this street that kinda veered off the regular path to this opening in the side of a mountain or something, and there were two people walking out from that way. We were curious, so we turned down that way to see what was up. There was one of those rickety wooden bridges that we had to get out of the car and walk across. It was so cold outside, like it was the middle of winter, and the bridge was covered in a wavering layer of ice. There was a pool below the bridge and we were told by this random man that showed up that we couldn't fall in or else the water levels would rise and the pool would overflow. But the pool was completely frozen over from the cold, the challenge was pretty useless. We talked to this guy for a little bit more before we left. Later on, I was thinking of how dumb it was that there was just a random pool around filled with water under the bridge. Even further later on, I ended up talking to this group of people I've never seen before. We were all going to be either reading or role-playing over text the whole prior situation, plus some stuff that hadn't happened, and one of the guys was speculating on future plot. It was as if the stuff that happened to me in the beginning was a predetermined story, but it was more fleshed out in story than what actually happened. At 2 different points, me and other people were writing on whiteboards. Both times, someone asked me which song they should put on their board. Both times, I opened up my Spotify and told them it depends on the genre. I think I was trying to seem cool, but I realized the second time how strange it was that it happened twice.