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I was sharing a room in the dorms of a high school with a classmate. Some of the rooms had no doors, and no walls separating them from the hallway. Our neighbor was put into an ambulance because he overdosed, and a message left on a whiteboard said a lawyer wanted to contact me. I remembered had to take part into some sort of door to door survey but hadn't done so.
My classmate and I had to take some sort of Belgian tramway in front of the train station of my home town to go to the dorms. At some point, this vehicle turned into an Eurostar, and I had blocked the door from closing just to wave at my classmate.
I was a child playing in a large house with my best friend, who was also a child, and his siblings. The house was also a spa. We saw the two actors of the French version of Un gars, une fille fighting as they often do in the show, and Alexandra Lamy broke apart the phone of the spa's manager when he forced them to leave.