My bedroom is a train car

Date: 2/21/2019

Carol, Trevor (dog) and I were in my bedroom at home with mom & dad. It started to move and we realized it was a train car and we were going down the street. Trevor was somehow on the outside of the car. It was dangerous so I climbed out to get him and to warn the driver we were inside. He stopped the car. Carol needed to gather up her stuff. It was like boards or building supplies or something but it was too much to carry. So the train driver drove her back to mom & dads and I carried Trevor and ran behind. Trevor was very wiggly and hard to carry. When we got back my cousin Ann was there but she was sad or mad about something. I immediately was looking in a mirror fixing my face or hair. And there was some interest in where her family was.