Trapped in an Infinite Train

Date: 8/22/2022

I was on a train going through the Japanese countryside with some family & friends at night. As far as I know, it was a fairly standard passenger train. I remember exploring a few of the carriages before taking a seat near the window, where I watched the countryside pass by and fell asleep looking at the moon. When I awoke, the train was different. The interior design had changed entirely, featuring a classical Japanese architectural style with tons of reds, whites, and gold color schemes. Looking out the window I saw the expanse of the daytime blue sky. Shockingly, that is all I saw. The train was now traversing on seemingly on air throughout an infinite expanse where only the distant sky is visible. I explored the new train I found myself in, only to discover I was now alone. Eventually, I explored the roof of the train, climbing on top of one of the carriages. The train was seemingly as infinite as the sky around me, merely consisting of the same repeating passenger car over and over, the engine or caboose nowhere in sight. As I was taking in the environment, I heard a gut-wrenching scream. Several passenger cars behind me, stood a tall, grotesque, humanoid zombie-like creature with grey and warped skin. The creature began to chase after me, letting out another horrible cry. Without hesitating I ran, jumping down on the catwalk between two carriages and throwing myself inside. The creature did not stop, barreling after me as I kept my best to put as much distance between us. Finally, I entered a carriage with something new: in the middle of the floor was the outline of a hatch and a circular handle. I opened the hatch and closed it behind me, locking it behind me. The creature banged on the door in anger, but eventually, it gave up in its efforts to break in and left. Finally given a chance to breath, I looked around the small room I was in. It was quite cozy, all things considered, but was covered completely in papers and maps seemingly depicting various parts of the train. Next to the wall opposite the entrance was a desk with several journals and a dead laptop. Reading the journals I discovered I was not the first person to find themselves on this train. The last entry I could find read that the author had left to find a battery for the laptop he had found, thinking it was seemingly important. I took the chance to recuperate with the supplies from the previous passenger of the train, and wrote a journal entry of my own, writing some of my worries and fear I’d never see my friends again. As I came to the conclusion I should carry on the previous passenger’s work and try to find a battery, I began to woke up, ending the dream.