Next stop

The night had a dream and the dream contained a person. And the person was awake, but dreaming. And the night knew the dream the person dreamt and asked for dirt on the little guy. The dream told the night the guy would refuse to sleep, and sleep had to bribe him. So the night approached sleep and asked for dirt on the man that was occupying his grand-dream. Unfortunately for her, sleep refused to betray him. So the night went to the dream she dreamt first and asked her to convince the man’s dream to betray him. And her dream went on with her task and shortly came back. Her dream brought the truth along, yet advised the night not to mess with human things. The night scrupulously analyzed every dot and dash in this man’s story.

He’d had to go back to his hometown and collect something of immense value—his dream didn’t remember what. The man’s family was insisting on him going home, so he quickly got ready and hurried to the bus station late at night. That’s where things took a strange turn for him. The man approached the booth in front of him and asked for a ticket. The clerk asked him some dumb question that the dream couldn’t remember and waited. The man didn’t understand what such question had to do with anything but he answered. The clerk then refused to give him a ticket, and the rest of the dream was him just trying to get a ticket and board a bus out of town.

The night asked her dream if the man got to the city in the end, to which the dream replied: “Have you seen the roads these days? All roads lead to nowhere lately.” So the night went to nowhere and asked him what the man should do to get to the city, but nowhere countered: “Why should he go to the city? Why not stay where he is?” The night thought about it for a moment and replied: “Whether the man wants to stay or go, the roads should be one and the same — and that road should be clear.” Surprised with her own answer, the night asked the man for a coin, bought herself a ticket, and left town until the man needed rest again.