Getting off train on family trip and finding grapes
I remember having dreams the night before last, but I forgot to write them down when I got up, and subsequently forgot about them. Last night I dreamt that I was on a train with some of my family. The train was going through the woods, and there was a river that paralleled the tracks. I saw a familiar looking waterfall, and until that point, I couldn’t remember whether or not it really existed. I pointed it out to the guy sitting next to me; he looked like he may have been from India. Later, the train had stopped, and we had gotten out. After a while, it looked like the there were no train tracks there, only a hiking trail. Grandmom said that she had planted some grapes here a long time ago, and that she was going to see if they had grown. My mom was skeptical, because there were grapevines all around, but there were no grapes on them. Uncle Michael, Grandmom, and I walked off the trail and down a hill. We followed the trail until the bank by the trail became a small cliff. I could see an area along the cliff where grapes were fruiting. They were in clusters like grapes, but they were an opaque pink color, and they looked more like raspberries. I started eating some, and I remember being able to taste them in the dream. That’s all I remember.