The Train.
I often have dreams involving either train stations, metro stations, or airports. I had this bizzare dream yesterday that involved a sort of post-apocalyptic world that was mostly covered in water. I really should have written it down yesterday because now it’s more of just a blur, but it involved ‘driving’ this boat over a series of bridges with holes in them (a common theme, scarily enough) and the boat fell or slid off of this bridge interchange area… we finally found our way to this dock, where these people were less than thrilled with our being there. There was some sort of fight related scene, then we found our way into some shopping mall. I remember there being some sort of brief kiss between me and whoever the guy I was with was.
Today’s dream started out on a train, I was with Cole. I remember for some reason the train was stopped and I went to some other car, when I looked back to the original train there was some sort of accident, there were two trains on neighboring tracks, with what looked like “cartoon electric shock hair” people, some strewn onto the ground alongside the train. I was mortified, apparently there were then people switching trains, so I went to the one that seemed most logical, only to find that Cole wasn’t on it, but it started moving, so I yelled at the conductor guy to stop to let me off (it was more like a bus on tracks than an actual train). There was this woman who got totally bent out of shape because I wanted off the train, apparently there was a dead woman on it too, heh, and they wanted to have that dealt with. I was just going to jump from the train as it was accelerating, but the height was a bit too much, so once it slowed then I got off.
Back aboard the other train I discover that Cole is fine, so I suppose we continue on our way. We’re in England apparently and are living together in some apartment. Apparently everything is fine for a good while, though I’m not really sure what we do on a daily basis. One day I come home to find that there’s this degenerate boy living in the apartment below us and they’re chopping a whole in the floor so that they can pass *something* between them… to which I pretty much freak. The next thing I know is that Cole is gone, somebody else in the apartment building tells me that he’s gone to the train station… but that isn’t where he is, I figure out, somehow, that he’s at the airport. I grab together a bunch of my stuff and rush down there. I run into him and he says something incredibly rude about how he wanted to go to [somewhere that I forget] with someone that could afford to do it in style or something like that. I’m totally puzzled by the fact that something has come over him making him very much unlike his normal self. And then I lose track of him again — this woman tells me I want platform G, and that it is down near [something], I look at the map and can’t find it. Then I run into him again, at a ticket window of sorts, and pull what amounts to be perhaps 500 UK pounds of money out of his pocket. I ask him where on earth he got that money, though I have my suspicions (re: the hole between the floors and whatever it was that they were sending back and forth), but he tells me to keep it. It was pretty obvious that no matter what I would say that he was leaving.
Then, with irony, I wake up to my phone beeping with a page… it was him.