Jul
A Missed Stop
It was mundane enough at the beginning. I was taking the subway home and nodded off. It’s funny to me that I fell asleep even when already within the confines of a dream. But there I was, tired on a commute home, so I folded up my arms and closed my eyes.
When I awoke, the train was slowly making its way through a rural area. The train had lost its top, like something of a convertible, so that I was still sitting in my seat but could reach out and touch the foliage and the train ground slowly through the nocturnal setting. I then noticed that my visual perspective had changed, and i was looking down on the scene, seeing the train meander through the dips and valleys in the forrest. I also noticed that it was approaching the downtown of a small village. As the train approached my consciousness sank back into the seat. It pulled up through the town’s main thoroughfair. Just like the walls had disappeared from the train itself, the stores in the town had no front walls. Suddenly even the train itself was gone and I was standing in a completely empty general store.
Throughout the dream I was in someone of a panic, thinking “oh great. I fell asleep on the train and now I have no idea where I am! Is this long island or something?” But slowly I accepted my situation and walked around the dusty old store. When I got back to the cash register there was a girl in a black fur coat with a curly red bob haircut holding a small dog on a leash. I asked her if I could use her cell phone to call a car service and she pointed to a pay phone out on the street.
And then I woke up, in reality, to the sound of a marching band going by on the street below my bedroom window.
