Afternoon nap brain says: The capital T Truth is... a brand of toothbrush. Offered to a sheep by Jesus as incentive to abandon something conceptually related to a mortal adventuring party in order to ascend to divinity. The sheep declines, and the dream continues. Then there was walking along a highway, and a tiny turtle slowly cooking to death (metal, heat, etc.) on the guardrail point-of-view character was walking along. Then woke up while looking at the turtle.
That one was a little more disjointed than usual. Ehn.