I dreamt that I was in a modern type apartment. Something about it felt not settled. Either I had just moved in, but wasn't sure about my "ownership" of the place, or I was moving out... Although everything looked good, it didn't feel good.
Then I dreamt that I was an a railway car. It was like a flat bed cargo car with wooden benches on it for passengers to sit in the open air. My dad, step mom, brother and sister-in-law and I were on our way to Italy or the souther part of Italy. It was a sunny day and the train was moving along the beach. Pretty much directly on it. My brother had two suit cases and wasn't really taking care that they were in a stable spot. The rumble of the train bumped them off of the car on to the beach. Without a thought, I rolled of the train on to the sand to retrieve his suitcase. I was successful, but the train kept going and I would need to catch up with them later. I didn't mind. I felt good that I cought the case and liked the idea of an adventure on my own.
Where I had landed was in an old small village. I walked up to the train station that had the normal train and walked through the little buildings, hoping to find a ticket counter. Each room I entered was some sort of shop. One, a trinket shop, another, a high end sports clothing shop. I went back outside and found a phone booth. I realized I didn't have any money on me as my suitcase was still with my family. I saw next to the phone they had a small bowl with complimentary change to use. I didn't know who to call, and I saw that the bowl had 2 dollar coin in it. I took two of them, feeling a bit guilty, but I would replace the money once I had my things. Instead of making a call, I walked onto a train that was headed to our destination. I was looking around for a porter to tell him my story. It seemed I walked onto a dining car. It was nice with white table cloths. The train started moving and I was half happy that I was on my way and also a little nervous, because I didn't have a ticket. A man walked up behind me and accused me of stealing a tube of toothpaste. He was on the shorter side, dark wavy hair and looked annoyed with me. I went on about why would I steal a tube of toothpaste. I told him a bit of my story and he believed me. He then softened his face a bit, smiled and asked if I would join him. He had the next three days off and would be spending them on the train. He lead me to a suite that he lived in. It had two large rooms. One with a king bed, and one with a queen and two doubles. He removed his uniform and plopped on the queen bed facing the tv. I looked around not knowing what would be appropriate. Sit on the double? or would that be too distant, join him on the queen, or would that be too provocative. I think he knew I was a bit lost. He got up to invite me over, smiled sweetly and said "you know I love you." It felt real and sweet.
Then I dreamt that I was an a railway car. It was like a flat bed cargo car with wooden benches on it for passengers to sit in the open air. My dad, step mom, brother and sister-in-law and I were on our way to Italy or the souther part of Italy. It was a sunny day and the train was moving along the beach. Pretty much directly on it. My brother had two suit cases and wasn't really taking care that they were in a stable spot. The rumble of the train bumped them off of the car on to the beach. Without a thought, I rolled of the train on to the sand to retrieve his suitcase. I was successful, but the train kept going and I would need to catch up with them later. I didn't mind. I felt good that I cought the case and liked the idea of an adventure on my own.
Where I had landed was in an old small village. I walked up to the train station that had the normal train and walked through the little buildings, hoping to find a ticket counter. Each room I entered was some sort of shop. One, a trinket shop, another, a high end sports clothing shop. I went back outside and found a phone booth. I realized I didn't have any money on me as my suitcase was still with my family. I saw next to the phone they had a small bowl with complimentary change to use. I didn't know who to call, and I saw that the bowl had 2 dollar coin in it. I took two of them, feeling a bit guilty, but I would replace the money once I had my things. Instead of making a call, I walked onto a train that was headed to our destination. I was looking around for a porter to tell him my story. It seemed I walked onto a dining car. It was nice with white table cloths. The train started moving and I was half happy that I was on my way and also a little nervous, because I didn't have a ticket. A man walked up behind me and accused me of stealing a tube of toothpaste. He was on the shorter side, dark wavy hair and looked annoyed with me. I went on about why would I steal a tube of toothpaste. I told him a bit of my story and he believed me. He then softened his face a bit, smiled and asked if I would join him. He had the next three days off and would be spending them on the train. He lead me to a suite that he lived in. It had two large rooms. One with a king bed, and one with a queen and two doubles. He removed his uniform and plopped on the queen bed facing the tv. I looked around not knowing what would be appropriate. Sit on the double? or would that be too distant, join him on the queen, or would that be too provocative. I think he knew I was a bit lost. He got up to invite me over, smiled sweetly and said "you know I love you." It felt real and sweet.
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