I remember having dreamed of dreaming. I then woke up (for real) and went back to sleep.

I was in the front passenger seat in a car on a french highway with three lanes. Emmanuel Macron was standing up in his car on the central lane, through its sunroof, and was shouting a lecture in politics to students sitting in all the cars around him. Two french ministers were also peeking out of their cars’ roofs on the two other lanes, and were silent. Macron was saying he could talk for hours about his opinion on the right wing, but that it was out of the topic.

I walked with my parents next to a Flunch restaurant in Brittany. There was a sign pointing to the location of a supermarket in Lille.