Vivid dreams again tonight. I'll skip the one in which you got sick along the one in which I partook in a battle with a group of superheroes. It was the last dream I want to write about. You were on a train to Vienna, in a coupe with a seat of mysterious gentlemen, seemingly of considerable wealth. No introductions were made but I understood they were truck drivers, except for one man, who seemed to be a golf club owner. I understood it was some kind of secret society and this was your entrance test. They pointed out to some texts you translated and to what mistakes you had made. All those terms were, strangley enough, related to truck driving. They were constantly becoming more and more aggressive and at one point you eventually broke in tears. "Stop it already!" I cried out. "What point are you trying to make? You all are here because you love driving trucks. This girl here has a passion of her own and she came to you true of heart and humble. I have loved her for years now and I know ...
What do I know? Hard to say. I woke up just then. Weird dream, huh?
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