I am in Spain, Madrid I think, trying to find a hostel for the night. I walk into one and they say they are all booked up for the day, but that I should come back the next day. They say, "We have free cake after 6," and I say, "Some hostels have free champagne after 6." Then I walk out, wondering if my data plan works in Spain so that I can post about the incident on facebook. Then I think about calling my friend in Madrid and see her on the street right away. Next, I keep walking and for a brief moment I see St. Petersburg's skyline in the distance. It is so beautiful glistening in the dark, I start to wish that I was there instead, and decide to make a movie about the city set to this one particular song.
Next, I walk up to the waterfront (back in Spain) and a bunch of people are crowded up there. Out of nowhere a huge black and white ship appears, as if from the past. And people are yelling "Teddy Roosevelt is on that ship!" The ship starts moving and I start running after it. It gets faster and faster, turns into a train, and I am flying really fast to keep up with it. Finally the train gets too fast, and I can't keep up. I stop, turn around, and wonder how I'm going to get back into the city.
