Dream
I am in Asia, in the mountains. I stood on a train platform. There was a bullet train and I head for it,
excited about my travels. I was stopped by a
presence, a female behind me, I only heard her voice, I felt but I didn’t
see. She said, “No. You are to go on the other train.” I stepped out of the fancy new platform that
would have taken me to fancy cities.
Instead I stepped down to the platform to the left, an old rundown, unmaintained lowest class platform. It looked like it led to the country rural poverty stricken, unsafe areas of the boonies. And at the moment of wondering and pausing, the female voice said, “There is nice food there.” I thought, “I’ll go in search of good food.”
At this time, a rusty, broken, old, dirty, disgusting train appeared out of the tunnel and pulled into the platform. I wondered, ”why is this piece of junk still legally running, bad for pollution etc..” I stepped on and the first seat I saw was to sit in the three seats facing the door with two windows behind it. I sat in the middle seat next to a baby carriage.
She was four feet by six inches young withered mother carrying a newborn infant and a toddler. She looked like she worked in an unflashy red light district for a living, single and abandoned. The baby in the carriage was yet unable to walk. I felt tempted to pick up the baby for the mom since her hands were full.
Then I look across from me, two women sat on the seats, one had her eyes on the baby in the carriage. She had a plan to snatch that baby at a particular stop before the train doors shut and run with it. I had decided I would interfere with those plans and escort this small family of three home if such plans were executed.
Instead I stepped down to the platform to the left, an old rundown, unmaintained lowest class platform. It looked like it led to the country rural poverty stricken, unsafe areas of the boonies. And at the moment of wondering and pausing, the female voice said, “There is nice food there.” I thought, “I’ll go in search of good food.”
At this time, a rusty, broken, old, dirty, disgusting train appeared out of the tunnel and pulled into the platform. I wondered, ”why is this piece of junk still legally running, bad for pollution etc..” I stepped on and the first seat I saw was to sit in the three seats facing the door with two windows behind it. I sat in the middle seat next to a baby carriage.
She was four feet by six inches young withered mother carrying a newborn infant and a toddler. She looked like she worked in an unflashy red light district for a living, single and abandoned. The baby in the carriage was yet unable to walk. I felt tempted to pick up the baby for the mom since her hands were full.
Then I look across from me, two women sat on the seats, one had her eyes on the baby in the carriage. She had a plan to snatch that baby at a particular stop before the train doors shut and run with it. I had decided I would interfere with those plans and escort this small family of three home if such plans were executed.
