A city made of glass.
I am going through it in a train, trying to get to some destination. I have with me a bunch of people I am not sure if I know, but they seem to be my travel buddies.
I get off the train and turn to one street I feel like turning to, appears to be a street where I work and I enter my workplace. It's afternoon and I know I don't usually work during afternoons, so I ask the workmate that is there what is happening. She just says I shall be here in the evening, but when I'm there now, I could just make myself a schedule for the upcoming month.
I am on the train again, but now it's getting darker outside.