I’ve continued the dream journal each night. Some days, like last night, nothing happens. But more often I have some incredibly detailed, long, and sometimes interesting dreams. I had this one just a few days ago, making me think I should think about moving so a smaller town, or at least one with a museum inhabited by monsters.
I was on the Metro with Erin, though it was more like a commuter train or Amtrak train going WAY out beyond DC. We were going to some far out place for a trip or weekend called 777.
Some stuff happened in our car, but I don’t remember what. At a stop we then went up to the front car (Erin and I) and were talking to some people, including the conductor. The conductor realized something was missing and sent me back at the next stop, to a car at the back of the train to get it, a Bluetooth headset or something. As I ran to the last car I overshot the train. When I turned around to run back to the last car the train had begun pulling out of the station. I was stranded and the station was in the middle of nowhere.
I walked away from the stations and ended up near an inn or hotel. I talked to someone there and kept walking to a small town they had mentioned. It started getting dark, though it was still late morning or early afternoon, and I came across a shopping mall. I went through the mall, and when I came out on the other side it was bright outside, essentially the mall blocked the sun. I headed on thinking I was going back to the train station, but was distracted. I remember looking for a compass or something to figure out where East was.
I came into a small town that had a lot of people, thousands, but wasn’t “huge” like a city. There was a main road with shops on either side, and some other side roads (the the main road joining a side road in a “V”. Everything looked like Annapolis or Old Town with shops essentially as townhouses.
I got to the end of the street and came upon some train tracks, more like local tracks without spars. I had initially thought I had found the train station, but quickly realized it was in the center of town and was a scenic train track.
I kept going and came to a big museum. I had two doors I could use; one looked older and inside the pillars looked overgrown with plants and trees. I went in that door without even looking at the other one. I saw up in a tree some predator. As I watched it warily I got hit in the side. I looked and there was a long, thin thing that seemed to have an almost human face but with a very short neck and squashed facial features.
It looked like a really sick teen.
It began attaching me and eventually had me pinned down, with razor sharp teeth about to slice my face and throat. I got my hand under its tiny chin pressing against its throat. It stopped his face from coming toward me, but really I was just buying time. I took a chance and moved my hand, my thumb accidentally slipping in its mouth once, but got my hand wrapped around its throat and my thumb on his trachea. I pushed and pushed until he was unconscious. I then jumped up and ran out.
I ended up outside and then in another museum (or maybe a section of the same one) where I saw people and talked to them. I mentioned the animal and they just referred to it as “the kid.”
I then ran into Alex D., Christine M. and some other college kids who were staying in the town as a stop-off for a longer trip. I mentioned “the kid” but then we all forgot about it. At some point I I went back through the “wooded” hall but nothing scared me.
I was back in town walking around. Rob and Jodie were there walking around and ended up in a pub.
I came across a parking garage when a guy offered to park my car. Suddenly I had my car and said yes. He drove it into an impossibly small doorway, and it was taken care of.
I was talking to some teens and saw others coming up the street. In the group was Allison P.. I went over and boisterously said “I didn’t know you were on the trip too. I’d have spent the day with you.” We then walked down a side street and saw a lot of townhouses that looked like new construction, or were very clean and kept up, but were empty.
I was talking about how the town is a great example of capitalism and the balance needed to keep it successful. The town survived on retail sales from visitors, but had no “production,” so it would always remain small and homes would be empty.
We went up some steps and ended up back on the main street, near the scenic train tracks.
I bought, or got something about the town and went to the garage to put it in my car. I went to the garage nut no one was there (it was now dark). Two townspeople were around and said I could go in, and opened the door. There was an old woken ladder going down and I asked, jokingly, “what, no elevator?” The townspeople replied that it was an old town. I went down and there were flickering lanterns illuminating the area. I got to the bottom and was in a big room with panels in the floor with hooks that pop up. I pulled a hook and opened it a bit, but the bay was empty. I was sure my car would have been there.
Then the garage owner poked his head from above and said my car should be right there. I asked him how he gets the cars in and out and he said he airlifts them with a tow helicopter.
I moved over a spot, lifted the panel and found my car. I checked to be sure, then lifted the trunk as much as I could (just a crack) and put my item in the car. They were going to pull the car out of the garage, but I realized they need to since I wasn’t planning to leave.
While I was waiting for the helicopter I noticed the hook on the front of the car with a rope/strap that didn’t look sturdy enough to hold the car. The owner said it would be fine.
While waiting I also saw Rob down there doing stuff in his car (he had more space in his garage spot).
The helicopter flew over, they attached my car, and they lifted it out. I grabbed my phone to take some pictures. The helicopter looked a bit boxy, like a tow truck with a red box on it. It had a car strapped right to the bottom already, and it flew off with my car hanging down by the front bumper.
I came out of the garage and Erin was there. She had a balloon or something. We went by the scenic train tracks and had a quick sit-down meal. I talked about how much I love the town and want to move there. She didn’t seem against the idea at all. We finished up and walked down the sidewalk and ran into a pickup imaginary baseball game that happened right in the sidewalk. We accidentally walked through them as they threw (and hit) an imaginary ball and ran in a circle (as wide as the sidewalk) to imaginary bases. Erin accidentally walked through a base runner. The people grumbled but we apologized.
We got to the end of the street though and headed for the car. I asked Erin if she’d like to stay the night in the hotel, hoping she’d say yes.
I thought I’d like to live there, but didn’t want my kids growing up there and being so naïve. I’d had a conversation with a teen there who had never left the town and had no idea how to live in a larger community [I can’t remember his question that started it, but it was a single question]. I decided we could retire there.
I asked Erin if she’d want to stay the night in the hotel, but before I got an answer the alarm went off and I woke up.
So, the question of the day is, are you at all interested in hearing about how my head works when it’s not doing anything productive?