I dream that I’m on a train but I don’t have a ticket, I totally forgot to buy one. The ticket inspector is here, she’s coming closer and I’m panicking. I rummage in my corduroy bag, find some old ticket and come up with a believable story; I tell her I accidentally threw away the new one instead, she’s very understanding and call the train station to find out what my ticket number was. I’m sweating at this point, afraid she’ll figure out my bluff. I offer to buy a new ticket online. She says it doesn’t matter, because she totally believes me. She smiles the nicest smile and walks away.