You were trying to ride a scooter. It had no motor but hovered above the ground, sort of like a puck on an air hockey table. You kept falling over and you came to me and you were crying asking if I could show you how to ride it.

So I got on the scooter with you and showed you how to balance yourself, how to keep it upright and how to hover correctly. At the end you cried even harder, thankful that you could now ride the scooter.

Then some guy attacked me with a potato peeler, cutting skin off my palms and I tried to kick his ass as he tried to kill me.

Do you have a scooter?