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Dream the night before last:
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thette at the train station to give her a package of some kind before she boards her train. Said train leaves from platform 6 at a specified time. However, finding this platform in this huge labyrinth of a train station is trickier than I thought, time rushes away in leaps and bounds, and somehow I can't seem to dial her mobile number but get a series of increasingly wronger numbers. Finally, I find platform 6, next to platform 92 (because they're not numbered sequentially, perish the thought, that would spoil all the fun), in the innermost corner of the sub-sub-basement. And strangely enough, it looks just like my bedroom.
Then I look around again and realise it is my bedroom. Well, I reckon it's just one of those things, but it's a bit on the small side; they can only fit in the first door of the first car between the foot of my bed and the wardrobe. I briefly wonder where they put the rest of the train, but then I decide it's their own damn problem. The few passengers on this line can go in and out through this door and get to and from their places by walking through the train anyway.
Butthette is nowhere to be seen, I still can't reach her on the phone, and time is running out, so I hand the package to a strange woman boarding the train and give her a description of the intended recipient, and she promises to pass it on. And then I wake up and find no train at the foot of the bed.
When I related this dream to Thette yesterday, her comment was:
> *laughter*
> You have weird dreams sometimes.
I concur. The city of my dreams, as opposed to the city where I'd like to live, would be a rather nasty place. Some day I might even tell you about it.
I am supposed to meet
thette at the train station to give her a package of some kind before she boards her train. Said train leaves from platform 6 at a specified time. However, finding this platform in this huge labyrinth of a train station is trickier than I thought, time rushes away in leaps and bounds, and somehow I can't seem to dial her mobile number but get a series of increasingly wronger numbers. Finally, I find platform 6, next to platform 92 (because they're not numbered sequentially, perish the thought, that would spoil all the fun), in the innermost corner of the sub-sub-basement. And strangely enough, it looks just like my bedroom.Then I look around again and realise it is my bedroom. Well, I reckon it's just one of those things, but it's a bit on the small side; they can only fit in the first door of the first car between the foot of my bed and the wardrobe. I briefly wonder where they put the rest of the train, but then I decide it's their own damn problem. The few passengers on this line can go in and out through this door and get to and from their places by walking through the train anyway.
But
thette is nowhere to be seen, I still can't reach her on the phone, and time is running out, so I hand the package to a strange woman boarding the train and give her a description of the intended recipient, and she promises to pass it on. And then I wake up and find no train at the foot of the bed.When I related this dream to Thette yesterday, her comment was:
> *laughter*
> You have weird dreams sometimes.
I concur. The city of my dreams, as opposed to the city where I'd like to live, would be a rather nasty place. Some day I might even tell you about it.