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A group of friends and I decided to go on a road trip. I ran into Karen unexpectedly. She had me kiss her on the left cheek. Everyone got into the car. I was in the back seat, with Karen to my left. She told me that we had to lean our heads against each other the whole ride. I agreed to this, and at one point along the way, I put my arms around her and almost fell asleep. She was uncomfortable with this, which was signified by the fact that she kept twitching. But she was too politely tolerant to say anything. Eventually, we stopped at a gas station / auto repair shop. This was the most sophisticated gas station / auto repair shop I have ever seen. The gas nozzle automatically lowered down from the ceiling, and I had to direct it into the car. I was controlling it conveniently from inside the car, in the back seat. Unfortunately, there was a minor malfunction in something, causing the car to keep driving forward, so I had to keep putting it in reverse and moving back a few meters. Finally, the gas was finished, and we began driving again. I noticed that a part of the automatic nozzle mechanism was still attached to the car. We stopped, and I returned the black plastic funnel-like piece to a clerk inside the auto repair area. He chuckled, because apparently they have millions of these things, and customers are supposed to keep them as a convenience. We eventually arrived at our destination, which was the movie theatre on some college campus. The ticket kiosk was located inside the auditorium itself, for convenience apparently. I was suddenly hit with the omniscient realization that we had just driven to the future. That would explain the sophistication of the gas station. I just had to keep cool. I wondered how expensive movie tickets would be decades into the future. They were about 10 dollars. That was no problem. After I received my ticket, I turned around and was stopped by a police officer who told me to pay the rest of the ticket price, which was 650 dollars. I considered that an outrage, and begged to have my 10 dollars back so I could just get out of there. Interestingly, Mike or Corey got their ticket ahead of me, and they never complained. Evidently they were already familiar with the customs of the future. I was not sure where to go. Suddenly Karen arrived in a side door with a few of her friends. I kissed her again, but then I never saw her again. I had to go to class. It was a college campus after all. It was a history class, but the teacher was my real life astronomy teacher.