I went to the Cité de l’espace, a space museum in France, using my scooter. The inside vaguely resembled my high school. Actually, I didn’t go just once; I went there twice.

The first time, I was with my best friend, and we were both on scooters in an underground car park. Things happened and I found myself in front of a security guard at the entrance of what looked like the cafeteria of the high school. I was about to grab from my pocket a card on which I had some entrance tickets stored, but the security guard hit my right arm multiple times to get me to take my hands out of my pockets. Since I knew how the checks worked to get in the cafeteria, I was already barefoot, but the guard still asked me to take my shoes off. Annoyed, I just decided to leave. Ignoring the guard’s warnings, I put my shoes back on, then went back to my scooter that I left next to some lockers.

I remember being on a train that was heading to my parents’ city, from the south. There apparently were some issues on the way there so a station called Météo-France (the french national weather service), which was actually a copy of a real station just north of the original destination, will be our new terminus.

I saw some lit-up signs in the night outside saying the region got a prize for the quality of its rail infrastructure. The train turned around a roundabout (yes, one for cars, not for trains) that is located north of the station of my parents’ city.