I had this dream this morning about being in this maroon van, stuck behind this truck, far left lane. We weren't moving and I was watching all these cars narrowly miss colliding into us. Then we got hit, but it was okay. I was bonding with the guys, some strangers, in this van we were marooned in. To celebrate our friendships, we went to a hot dog gas station. Instead of gas, we payed for dogs, and lined up at these dispensers to get them. Sean and Raphael got a shit ton of stuff on theirs, like lots of relish, but all I got was a bun, a hot dog, and some mustard and ketchup, it was perfect.
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