Folqueraine's Oniric List

At the beginning, I was a nun, in the 1930s-1940s and for some reason, me and the mother superior had to hide from other people. She guided me down some staircase that went very deep underground. The walls and the stairs were made of a beige stone. At some point I noticed a room, to the West of the stairs, that was strangely light for something so deep. Then I somehow got separated from the older nun and decided to go back up to the world of the living.
I somehow turned into a young, typically post-war looking young lady. I was in a city that looked like Paris, and I was reunited with a young man I had tender feelings for and whom I hadn't seen for a very long time (because he was a soldier?). He looked like one of my mates from high school, Vincent. Vincent and me went for a ride in his (or mine?) car, a coupé from the 1940s too.
We started to discuss the result of the upcoming (actual) French presidential elections, being worried that Sarkozy would be elected. I worked in England and was back in France for a short time only. I wondered if he would accept to come and live with me in England if Sarko was elected.
Then we went back to were we came from, except that for some reason we were driving on a railway now. We arrived at a station where he disappeared and I hooked up with 2 older male friends. We went in the underground part of the station, which happened to be in Tokyo. There were all sorts of little shops selling pointless gadgets such as only the Japanese can make! Among other, I was amazed to find little porn figurines with the face of Emma Watson! But my mates were delighted.
Then we took a corridor to go upstairs and the station turned into a ferry, and I was with my parents. It was a very luxury cruise ship, the kind we couldn't afford anyway. We saw that restaurant which looked very expensive, and had a French name which I have forgotten, except that there was "jeudi" (Thursday) in it. We asked if we could have a table, and the waiter ask if we'd booked, to which we said yes, even if it wasn't true. He gave us a table someone else had booked. Unfortunately, the cuisine was pretty poor, and I protested, he said there were some sort of restrictions. What's more my parents and I were worried the people who had rightfully booked the table would come and we would be uncovered.