had a dream this morning that I was taking a train from Warsaw to my hometown.
I was bothering the train attendant to confirm the destination is what I think it is, while I got a text from Luke.
I looked around and I spotted a tired, drunken sailor a couple seats behind of me, but that wasn't Luke.
To my surprise, he was several seats ahead, with his beard cut and a heavily fatigued face.
When we got off, I think it must have been a warm and sunny Portugese afternoon. Good, considering I lost my winter coat earlier in the dream.
We walked towards a nearby corner where there was some coffee shop, two young ladies standing in front of it waved to Luke, as if they know him.
Coming up closer, I heard one of them take a drag of her cigarette and say "I have only had smoked two of these today, nicotine really makes me high" (no idea).
I think the nicotine wasn't the issue as she was drinking a pink(?) margherita. Looked fancy and expensive.
While Luke went in to get a coffee, I stayed around to entertain.