Once again I was in a huge rush trying to get to the airport. This time I was going to Germany on business and Brian was coming along for the ride for some reason or another. Fortunately the flight across went quicker than expected and was uneventful.

We checked into the room, he went downstairs for a convention and I headed out to take in the sights before I was back on the clock. Everything was very green, the pavement was dark from a recent downpour and waiting in front of the hotel was one of those bicycle rickshaws. Its seat faced away from the rider and I got a view of the places where I was while he pedalled like crazy through the parks and winding streets.

I don't remember anything else from the dream except trying tp speak German with the natives.