“It’s so amazing that I really do feel that everything is simply a dream,” he said, and both smiled. “Will I see you sometime?”

“I don’t know,” she said, and waved at him mischievously. “Maybe.” On the way up hill he whistled to himself and gazed several times around the beautiful valley, in the middle of which lay Virgas, the village he had never heard of.
When he entered the woods, the bus hit a bump and soon after a pothole. He had to change gear. It was gloomy here and there was still mist hanging over the road. The narrow road debouched into a main road. At exactly the moment he was turning he remembered that he knew this situation. In his dream at this moment at the bend a lorry loaded with wood appeared and sounded its horn noisily.
He could already see it: it was hurtling along at top speed and sounding its horn like a madman.
He couldn’t remember what happened after that. Up till now he had always woken up at precisely this moment.