I was with someone else in a hotel room in Paris. I’m not sure, but I think we were arguing. I ended up killing that someone with a machete, accidentally decapitating them. There was no blood, and I hid the body in a closet. I had to hide that murder from my parents, who spent a night in that hotel room as well.

I took a shower in the bathroom, where the shower curtain was too low. That unfortunately made me see my father change.

It was my last day in this room, so I had to find a new place to stay at, but first I needed to get rid of the corpse.

A cutscene interrupted those thoughts. In the middle of a Parisian neighborhood, with the Eiffel tower and a sunrise visible in the distance, the camera shows a long rectangular garden, surrounded by buildings. Most of the buildings were Haussmanian, but one was of a modern architectural style. My hotel was at the far end of that garden.

The camera gets lower, closer to the ground, to show a child running in that garden. Some plushie that looked similar to Jean-Marc was on top of a metal fence. It had a monkey’s face and four arms, without a body. Someone tore the head and two of the arms away, and gave them to the child.

I then remember something related to a sister, and the half-plushie peeking out from the rear right window of a dark blue Peugeot 205.

Back to the hotel. I considered cutting the body in pieces and putting them in trash bags so I could throw them into the Seine. Leaving the trash bags here or in a dumpster would be too risky. But before I can get started on this task, I got interrupted by my parents’ presence.

I find myself alone again, but I hear someone talking about someone jumping off a bridge, the exact bridge where I wanted to throw the trash bags from. The firefighters are here, with a firehose installed somewhere behind the hotel, and they are trying to find the body in the Seine.

The hotel’s manager got fired and replaced due to this event, and there are cameras in place now. I am glad I got to hear this bit of conversation as I could have been filmed throwing the bags away.

It is nearing noon, the check-out time. I didn’t have the time to do anything about that dead body so I chose to go book the room again. While going downstairs, I noticed the cameras that I had heard about.

It would cost 30€ per week, or 6€ per month to get a room, but only for the people on the ground and first floors. My room was unfortunately on the sixth floor. I don’t remember its price.

I was playing some kind of multiplayer visual novel. There were some animated icons in the task bar. The game was in fullscreen, but this was a dual screen setup and the left screen had the icons and some other sprites, as if the game was overflowing into the other screen.

I then remember some sort of augmented reality game where some squares, circles and triangles, colored in red, blue or yellow, fought each other. They were on top of some white and blue plastic columns that I quickly placed on a large white breadboard as soon as I noticed that V had started an attack. ES was also playing with us.

V was controlling two columns, one easier to win against than the other. ES started attacking the weakest one, but I attacked the other one, colored in red, by clicking on “Tank”.

I am back at the computer, which I notice is running i3wm. A woman, apparently the minister of education whose policy is to encourage people to use the Internet, sits down next to me. I show her my Skyrock account, because she supports Skyrock in particular, but the blog is filled with nothing but porn.

I go browse other sites, but she gets bored and takes the keyboard away from me. She goes to watch a rocket launch video instead. The rocket is in space, and it reminds me of Kerbal Space Program. It is going through some orange circles, acting like checkpoints. Each of the circles get progressively more distorted.

I then remember someone walking into a house in daylight, apparently on the destination planet. They grab some matches and other elements supposed to help relight the rocket from a plastic container on a shelf.

I was thinking about how I wanted the minister to leave me alone so I could do some research on how to hide that damn corpse.