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I had a wonderful dream a few days ago.
It started off in the third person (and probably in wide-screen too) with an Indian man sitting in a reasonably modern train, solemnly looking at the large mountains in the distance. The train arrives at its destination and the man steps out onto the platform. His journey is not complete though, as he heads towards another train. This one is significantly older and very worn down. When he finds his seat, the view pans around to show a delightfully "ethnic" wagon: all kinds of colourful characters are sitting on a collection of crates and half-broken armchairs; various bags and tassels are hanging down everywhere; the noise of people conversing excitedly, of babies crying as their haggard mothers attempt to calm them down, of suitcases being open and shut and slammed against each other, is deafening. The train starts moving and suddenly it is a bus going through the mountains, then a train again, and finally a bus once more.
It finally arrives at a dilapidated platform on a small plateau high up in the mountains. At this point, I am the Indian man and I -- along with the rest of the group -- am greeted by a guide that will take us to the final destination. I know that I am going to see my daughter, though it is not clear why she would be so far away in the mountains of India. The guide takes us through large ravines and over giant chasms, literally walking on single planks to get to the other side. At one point, I may have fallen down into one of those chasms, so deep that you can't see anything but white. I would just reappear at the spot I fell and continue as if nothing happened.
The journey is complete when we all arrive at a village so primitive, it seems that the locals aren't even familiar with the concept of electricity. I know exactly where to go though. Right behind this mound are the stairs I need to take. I quickly descend and end up in a subway station.
Not giving it much thought, I get on the train and about 10 minutes later, I exit in another subway station. This is Toronto, but the station is all red and completely unlike any subway station I have ever been to. I exit onto a square and almost immediately go back. Suddenly I am confused and panicking and somebody has to explain to me that there is a special spot that I have to pass my finger over, horizontally, to switch this station into a real Toronto station. The older man telling me all this also explains that the train I took is a special express train that takes you wherever you need to go at near-instantaneous speed. I thank him and quickly proceed to the spot and switch to a real subway station. By now I am not an Indian man but actually myself.
This next part is a bit of a blur but I believe I just ended up traveling to various unrelated locations for a while and some people were with me. At one point, we go back to Toronto and try to perform the switch to a real Toronto station but it doesn't work. We try a few more times but nothing. Somebody explains that the system is not working. People are rushing out the only exit. My group and I start arguing as we try to activate the switch but nothing is happening. Somebody yells at us through the paging system and tells us we're fucked. I kiss the redhead girl that apparently I've liked this whole time and she reciprocates (as an aside, I don't think I have ever had a romantic interest that was a redhead. And this girl wasn't exceptionally pretty either, which I found was weird). Then I grab her hand and all of us run out through the exit.
We emerge in the woods, with a large cabin in front of us. I suddenly recognize the other people with me as people I actually know outside of the dream. We go to the cabin, which is deserted but completely stocked with supplies. We spend an indefinite amount of time living there. Eventually, we venture out and start exploring. I quickly discover that there are more buildings right behind the cabin, including a kindergarten that is currently closed (because it's summer), some sort of dinner hall and a factory.
Unfortunately, at this point, I woke up. For some reason I chose to commit this dream to memory and it is one of the most interesting ones I can recall. The whole time, no matter how stressful or scary it got, I was having fun. I wish life was more bizarre and exciting, or at least that I would have great dreams like this more often.
It started off in the third person (and probably in wide-screen too) with an Indian man sitting in a reasonably modern train, solemnly looking at the large mountains in the distance. The train arrives at its destination and the man steps out onto the platform. His journey is not complete though, as he heads towards another train. This one is significantly older and very worn down. When he finds his seat, the view pans around to show a delightfully "ethnic" wagon: all kinds of colourful characters are sitting on a collection of crates and half-broken armchairs; various bags and tassels are hanging down everywhere; the noise of people conversing excitedly, of babies crying as their haggard mothers attempt to calm them down, of suitcases being open and shut and slammed against each other, is deafening. The train starts moving and suddenly it is a bus going through the mountains, then a train again, and finally a bus once more.
It finally arrives at a dilapidated platform on a small plateau high up in the mountains. At this point, I am the Indian man and I -- along with the rest of the group -- am greeted by a guide that will take us to the final destination. I know that I am going to see my daughter, though it is not clear why she would be so far away in the mountains of India. The guide takes us through large ravines and over giant chasms, literally walking on single planks to get to the other side. At one point, I may have fallen down into one of those chasms, so deep that you can't see anything but white. I would just reappear at the spot I fell and continue as if nothing happened.
The journey is complete when we all arrive at a village so primitive, it seems that the locals aren't even familiar with the concept of electricity. I know exactly where to go though. Right behind this mound are the stairs I need to take. I quickly descend and end up in a subway station.
Not giving it much thought, I get on the train and about 10 minutes later, I exit in another subway station. This is Toronto, but the station is all red and completely unlike any subway station I have ever been to. I exit onto a square and almost immediately go back. Suddenly I am confused and panicking and somebody has to explain to me that there is a special spot that I have to pass my finger over, horizontally, to switch this station into a real Toronto station. The older man telling me all this also explains that the train I took is a special express train that takes you wherever you need to go at near-instantaneous speed. I thank him and quickly proceed to the spot and switch to a real subway station. By now I am not an Indian man but actually myself.
This next part is a bit of a blur but I believe I just ended up traveling to various unrelated locations for a while and some people were with me. At one point, we go back to Toronto and try to perform the switch to a real Toronto station but it doesn't work. We try a few more times but nothing. Somebody explains that the system is not working. People are rushing out the only exit. My group and I start arguing as we try to activate the switch but nothing is happening. Somebody yells at us through the paging system and tells us we're fucked. I kiss the redhead girl that apparently I've liked this whole time and she reciprocates (as an aside, I don't think I have ever had a romantic interest that was a redhead. And this girl wasn't exceptionally pretty either, which I found was weird). Then I grab her hand and all of us run out through the exit.
We emerge in the woods, with a large cabin in front of us. I suddenly recognize the other people with me as people I actually know outside of the dream. We go to the cabin, which is deserted but completely stocked with supplies. We spend an indefinite amount of time living there. Eventually, we venture out and start exploring. I quickly discover that there are more buildings right behind the cabin, including a kindergarten that is currently closed (because it's summer), some sort of dinner hall and a factory.
Unfortunately, at this point, I woke up. For some reason I chose to commit this dream to memory and it is one of the most interesting ones I can recall. The whole time, no matter how stressful or scary it got, I was having fun. I wish life was more bizarre and exciting, or at least that I would have great dreams like this more often.