[I can't remember that much about it. ] I'm in front of a mirror, which seems to be in an hotel. I'm trying to shve with an electric razor, but it isn't working at all. The next I remember is that I'm standing in a railway station. I want to go home. It seems like I'm back from a business trip or whatever. I want to take the plane (yes the plain, not the train). The cashier says to me: - We are really sorry but your flight is fully booked. Also your ticket has to get used in the next hour or it will be not usable anymore. - But I want to go home! A friend awaits me back in Brussels. - I'll see what I can make .... I have a seat in the train from here to there. - What? I don't understand what he wants. - It's easy we are here in Manchester. You'll take the train to Paris. And then you'll take the plane to Brussels. I don't remember what I said next. He tears my ticket apart. - Now your ticket is valid you can go and take a seat! He throws them at the floor. I pick them up. .... I'm sitting in a full train. I don't know, when I should go out. I ask the cashier. He tells me that I have to wait 6 hours. .... I'm swimming in a river. I see the Eiffel tower and assume that I'm swimming in the Seine. But the river is twice as large and looks more like the Rhine or a very stretched out lake Constanz. I swim back to a house because I don't want to get sick of the filthy water. (that's all)
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