I'm in a building with N. I'm trying to teach her that 1:1 equals 1. That every number divided by itself always equals 1. I briefly consider whether this is not the case in multiplication. No, every number divided by itself equals 1. But N. doesn't understand, I keep repeating it with new examples. Then I wake up in my childhood bedroom. I've slept in my suit. I want to go swimming. There's a cactus in front of my window. Then I see more plants standing there. Everything is fine. I see a couple of teenagers broadcasting the news. One of them has dyed hair with white tips and is reading. He keeps looking at the camera. I go outside. I look at a river with Y. Young people are throwing fish into the water. They fall in a straight line. The youths shoot at the fish with water pistols. A male fish looks straight at me grimly. I didn't do anything, but I’m a human too, so I apologize to the fish. We want to continue with Y. To do so, we have to jump into the current of the river. But it's the wrong river. We go further ahead and get on a ferry. C. arrives too late. Y. sits next to me and we look out. C. picks up a pair of reading glasses and shows them to everyone so that she can take them to the person who lost them on the next ferry.