The Train

Today I’ve had one of the most beautiful dreams of my life. I don’t know if this was the fruit of the medicine I took before going to sleep (got covid recently and I haven’t slept very well this week. Not that I actually get good nights of sleep at all, but, you know, it got way worse) or for other reasons. All I know is it was great.

The dream began on a train, and I was together with some of the elements of my past. The train had a surreal touch since it was the biggest and largest train I’ve ever seen, with lots of rooms, greek columns, aquariums, and statues.

I got to walk around in this train, and while I was strolling around, I got to see various people I knew during my life:

People that I knew once.
People that I had lots in common with.
People that I used to talk in a daily basis.
People that I hate or used to.
Some that are not even alive today.

They were all there. All dancing to songs from the 30s, having good laughs, dining together. They were having the best time of their lives, apparently.

For some reason, this didn’t bother me at all (though I didn’t know I was dreaming).

Then, I got stopped by a classmate from my middle school days. This classmate used to hate my guts back in the day.
The thing is, she was smiling at me. And it wasn’t a social smile either, she was genuinely happy to see me.
She started talking about things that happened in school and how these days were really fun. I didn’t actually enjoy my time in middle school, but I was content in hearing her talking about those things, maybe because I was kinda happy in talking with her after this many years.

After that, we had another classmate of mine join the conversation. We started to talk about our times in school and how it affected us.

They haven’t aged a single day and were still using their school uniforms, even though they were talking about things that happened long ago. I was the only one that looked older.

Then suddenly, I looked out of the window and noticed that the train was heading towards a cliff, and it wasn’t slowing down.

I felt desperate, so I jumped from the window right before the whole train fell into the cliff.
I was just witnessing hundreds of cabins with thousands of people disappearing right before my eyes, and couldn’t do anything about it.

The train was completely inside this massive black hole now, and I looked down the great abyss but couldn’t see nor hear anything. No screams, no machinery, nothing. As if the train never existed at all.

Then, I turned back. I wasn’t on the cliffside anymore.
I was inside what appeared to be a shopping mall.
There weren’t many people inside it, apparently. Christmas music was playing in the speakers, and all the stores were being decorated for the holidays. It was a great and warming sight.

Just so you know, I haven’t left the house in so long, I don’t even remember what is like inside a shopping mall during the holidays. It was a sight I haven’t got in a long time.

One of the stores even had those fake snow machines. I love that kind of stuff since it doesn’t snow where I live.

In front of a store, I could see my parents. They were waiting for me.

“About time you showed up. Where have you been?”, said my mother.

“Oh, I don’t know.”, I said.

They were radiating. Absolutely happy to see me.
And I was happy as well. I even smiled.
We hug each other. All is well.

I woke up.

At first, I was confused, but then, I began to feel extremely comfortable with myself. I haven’t felt this way in years.
I was, dare I say, happy.

Ah, god damn it, soon enough I’ll not even remember I had this dream.
I’ll even wonder if it ever happened at all.
It’s fine. It was wonderful. A good change for a person who usually only has running thoughts and wretched tv static for dreams.

The thing is, I never felt so happy in years. I was in a stage of pure bliss for a couple of minutes.

Now, it’s back to reality.

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