My father and I (possibly my brother as well) have taken a trip to Germany. We're in the airport now, and we're heading presumably towards the exit. I see a table and a guy calls me over to it, so I go to check it out. The guy is talking in English, though I know he *should be* talking in German. The table looks like a flea market table. What he's saying is at least somewhat important in the dream, but I don't remember it anymore.

Clarity: 2 / 5    Lucidity: 0 / 5

Tags: germany, vacation