Like in a dream

- Have you been on a canal trip, yet? Have you been down, like, all the old cobbled streets and that? [...] It's like a fairytale, isn't it, that place? With the churches and that. They're Gothic. Is it Gothic? So he's having a really nice time?

- Well, I'm having a really nice time. [...] I'm not sure if it's really his thing.

- What do you mean, "It's not really his thing"? What's that supposed to mean, "It's not really his thing"? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? [...] It's a fairytale fucking town, isn't it? How can a fairytale town not be somebody's fucking thing? How can all those canals and bridges and cobbled streets and those churches, all that beautiful fucking fairytale stuff, how can that not be somebody's fucking thing, eh?

- What I think I meant to say was...

- Is the swan still there?

- Yeah, the swan's...

- How can fucking swans not fucking be somebody's fucking thing, eh? How can that be?

- What I think I meant to say was, when he first arrived, he wasn't quite sure about it. [...] Well, as soon as he got into, like, the old town proper, and he saw the canals and the bridges and, you know, the swans and that, well, he just fucking loved it then. Couldn't get enough of it, the medieval part of town. [...] And you know what? As we were walking through the streets, there was this sort of freezing fog hanging over everything, and it made it look almost like a fairytale or something. And he turned to me, do you know what he said? He said, "Ken, I know I'm awake,
but I feel like I'm in a dream."

- Yeah? He said that? Meaning, like, in a good dream?

- Yeah. Of course, like in a good dream.

[...]

- Listen, I'm just glad that I was able to do something for the boy before he went.

- Do what for the boy?

- You know, have him get to see Bruges. I'd like to go to see Bruges again before I die. What was it he said again about... Yeah, "It's like a dream."

- "I know I'm awake, but I feel like I'm in a dream."

Año nuevo, viajes nuevos. Ya tenemos el avión y el hotel reservados. En 3 meses y 2 días estaremos rumbo a Brujas. Como en un cuento. O en un sueño. Quién nos lo iba a decir :)