Dreams.

I dreamt that I agreed with a former classmate to go to another part of the country. We met at a market, which exists in real life, but there have never been intercity routes there. It was evening, and it was raining. To avoid getting wet, I went into a place where they sold flowers. In real life, there used to be a large greenhouse there, resembling that place. Inside, it was dark, and my classmate had trouble finding me. He even started shining his phone in my face and asking if it was really me. He asked me where our bus was. Looking at his tablet, I realized that I had forgotten to buy tickets. But he boasted that he had found a very cheap hotel (10 dollars a day). But my classmate started scolding me for forgetting to buy tickets. We went outside, and it was still raining. My classmate told me to stand at the bus stop with his mother (as if she had come to see us off), and he went to look for a suitable bus. His mother started asking where we were going. I told her not to worry and that we wouldn't be burying corpses in a field because we weren't gangsters. Besides, we were only going away for one day. In the end, I saw my classmate stop some old man in a jeep (the car's design resembled a Soviet-era one), they talked, he got into the car, and they picked me up. Now, that's what I call a dream of a successful, accomplished man! Not all that compensatory nonsense with women and student days that only losers dream about.