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I was at the airport for some reason. Much of what transpired before I reached the tram terminal has been lost to the ether. However, I knew that I needed to go somewhere, but I was a little lost.
The tram station was of an interesting design. The trams were very thin, approximately an arms length in width, and traveled in groups. Because the station was enclosed, and all trams terminated at that station, I felt a huge pressure spike or vacuum whenever the trams arrived or left. The station itself was fairly empty, but I had some trouble navigating through, as everything was elevated, and I had to walk along painted steel girders.
I was planning to go to Terminal A, which had six or seven trams moving as one back and fro, but I stepped into the wrong tram, and found myself on a single lone track heading away from the station. The car was empty, but the walls, floor, and ceiling was covered with strange mechanical devices that were recessed. When I stepped towards what looked like a passenger spot, a handle retracted from the ceiling revealing some sort of control button and some other devices that had some function that I could not even guess. One part of the handle seemed to be for grabbing on to, and I did that as the tram accelerated.
The track led through the countryside and went around a small hill. It eventually stopped at a relatively large European house that had been turned into a bar. Inside, the bar was fairly empty, and I realized that this was not where I was meant to be, but the tram had already left (as I had seen the conductor board the vehicle), so I sat down for a minute to talk to the patrons.
One of the men in the group was talking about some bloke who was going out with some female from the Waterloo Storm. That perked my interest, but I did not hear any more details. I was about to press for more but I was curious to see if the tram had returned and saw that the conductor was again standing outside of the bar. I quickly slipped in to the tram, which now looked more like a public transit vehicle, with seats facing towards the centre of the tram on one wall, and a standing area along the other wall where the doors were.
I sat down.
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I got up really early this morning, but tried to go back to sleep and ended up with a weird dream. I also ended up going to work much earlier than usual. Traffic was worse at this earlier time than it usually is when I head to work, so I spent some more time on the road, but still managed to get in about an hour early.
I am now worried that I might crash sometime this afternoon though.
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I was talking about Persian restaurants last week but I had forgotten to list all of the restaurants that were mentioned to me. The restaurants listed on TorontoBazar.com are: Shomal, Karoon, and Zafarn (Saffron). Finally, one restaurant that was not on the list was The Sultan's Tent.
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