Last night I had the strangest dream...
It was actually a few nights ago. I'm sitting on this gigantic train. All my friends are there. All their friends, and those people's friends are there. She's sitting in the same seat row as me, but there's a faceless person sitting in between us. The train keeps on crashing, but not violently. Mud and debris are thrown everywhere each time we derail, but no one gets killed. Instead of carnage, all the people I know are continually spread out across the country, across the globe, wherever the train crashes. The entire time this bizarre diaspora is happening, I steal glances at her, trying to grab her hand. Then I woke up.