Emnition

Hot cop
I don't remember exactly where I am. A kind of restaurant/bar I would say. It seems that I'm with friends. One of them, a white guy, is using my phone to send a message to the police through Whatsapp. The profile picture that the police uses shows that there is at least 1 hot cop. My friend gets her number using my Whatsapp and then continues on his own phone. I ask for my phone back and send the hot cop a message about what happened. Basically my intention is to let her know who she is talking to... I want her to be talking to me of course.

Bus
I'm in a public bus. Behind the wheel is a white woman. I want to get out but she won't let me at this stop, I'll have to wait until the next. I ask her if she is serious and she is. She tells me I can sit down for another minute. I'm quite annoyed by her and start walking around a bit, not wanting to sit down because I refuse to listen to her. I walk to the end of the bus and get out at the next stop. It's been a set back of a few hundred metres. I start walking through the city. It's daytime and the city reminds me of Amsterdam. I walk past some people and can make out some Indonesians talking amongst each other. There's an endless supply of Indonesians in this country.

Uni
I'm at the university, though I don't recognise any of these buildings from reality. I'm standing on perhaps the 3rd floor. There's a trashbin all the way down. I throw some plastic down, but it's caught by the air current and deviates. My second piece of plastic I crumble up to prevent this from happening. I throw it and miraculously it hits the first piece of plastic and now they're in the bin together. Sweet.

I'm in class. The lecturer is my first grade in high school history teacher. We're talking about the results of the test we just had. It was the 2nd of four tests. I explain my logic behind the grades I wanna get to the friend who is sitting next to me. The logic I'm using is actually from one of the courses I'm following in reality, where we also have 4 tests.