Last night I had a dream: I was on a train, and knew I had to stop to, but not mentioned or why, nor for that, I also knew that I would not have done. Arriving at the bus stop, I decided to give a damn, and go down anyway. As the train leaves, I remember what was the reason I had to keep anchored to the carriage, I unpacked my backpack and all my belongings were scattered on the seats. At that point I decide to panic: try stationmasters, look up phone numbers, until it comes into my head this thought: "But this is only a dream. Just wake me up." And I woke up.
This only serves to confirm my thesis, namely that my brain was something wrong.
