dream train
The dream train will take you home- and it's the last train you can ever catch. If you can get home in your dreams, does it mean you will be home in reality?
I had a strange dream at the end of a 10 hour night's sleep. The beginning is spotty, but the end clear. I was in a mall with my youngest brother, looking for the rest of my family. He wants to go into an out of the way entrance, i don't. The door to where i want to go is blocked.
All i really want to do is go home. Each of us about to board the train have put our valuables in manila envelopes. I am helping an older man who lives at the retirement home where i work [in real-time]. I hear the announcement that the departing train is the last to leave- ever. It starts to move and i run after it, trying to get on the last flat cargo car. I run away from the older man who is in a motorized wheel chair, leaving him behind.
As the train slowly moves i crawl towards the last car with seating- all of the seats are open to the outside. The last car is for handicapped only, and there is one person in it [someone i know, but can't recall who]. I get in.
As the train continues on it's journey i realize this is not real- it's only a dream train. I wonder if i can really get home on a dream train. As the train moves i notice the water rising, it's beginning to reach our feet. As i look forward we are entering a tunnel much like entering the underground tunnel from the train station in Seattle- headed north. The entrance narrows, with metal grating closing in to where i can reach either side.
I know it will close on us completely. Raising my head to the sky i wail a lament to the passengers, letting them know it's just a dream train we are on.
Skip to another scene, two girls at a beach, right next to the dream train entering the doomed tunnel. I am one of them- the older one. I bit the head off of [something alive or a gummy] a little animal and wonder why it doesn't bleed. The only thing to ooze out of this is thick syrupy brown goo.
I had a strange dream at the end of a 10 hour night's sleep. The beginning is spotty, but the end clear. I was in a mall with my youngest brother, looking for the rest of my family. He wants to go into an out of the way entrance, i don't. The door to where i want to go is blocked.
All i really want to do is go home. Each of us about to board the train have put our valuables in manila envelopes. I am helping an older man who lives at the retirement home where i work [in real-time]. I hear the announcement that the departing train is the last to leave- ever. It starts to move and i run after it, trying to get on the last flat cargo car. I run away from the older man who is in a motorized wheel chair, leaving him behind.
As the train slowly moves i crawl towards the last car with seating- all of the seats are open to the outside. The last car is for handicapped only, and there is one person in it [someone i know, but can't recall who]. I get in.
As the train continues on it's journey i realize this is not real- it's only a dream train. I wonder if i can really get home on a dream train. As the train moves i notice the water rising, it's beginning to reach our feet. As i look forward we are entering a tunnel much like entering the underground tunnel from the train station in Seattle- headed north. The entrance narrows, with metal grating closing in to where i can reach either side.
I know it will close on us completely. Raising my head to the sky i wail a lament to the passengers, letting them know it's just a dream train we are on.
Skip to another scene, two girls at a beach, right next to the dream train entering the doomed tunnel. I am one of them- the older one. I bit the head off of [something alive or a gummy] a little animal and wonder why it doesn't bleed. The only thing to ooze out of this is thick syrupy brown goo.