I had a dream about an odd conversation I actually had at a gas station on an odd adventure to New York that really happened and the dream and the actual trip were very much like a story I would write if I were to describe my entire life. Potholes, dead stops on the highway of life, maintenance, bad expensive pizza, a meaningless but meaningful award, good company, secret agent man, failing but winning because we made it back alive, embarrassment and vomit.
Anyway, I see it as a conversation that I am supposed to remember. It was unlike any other I've ever had. The dream was a reminder.
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