The Wooden Slide

Date: 7/15/2016

I was on a school trip of sorts, and we had just arrived at the train station in our bus. Being the gentleman that I am, I decided to be one of the last ones to get off the bus. Our group was to spilt up in the train station and take separate trains to our designated hotels. To my surprise, my group had left without me. I quickly ran to the remaining chaperone, Mr. Lynde, and asked if there would be another train. He gave me his non-caring, staring over my head, "take care of yourself; I have my own problems," duck-faced-shrug. Realizing that I had taken this train many times before, I quickly ran up to the track where my train usually departed from. Suddenly, where I was standing in the train station was opened to the elements and it was elevated several stories. Standing on the middle track of the three tracks that were now exposed to the elements, I was told that the two trains on either side of me were completely full and I was commanded to sit down on the tracks on the bare wooden planks that held the rails together. All of a sudden both trains on either side of me took off down the sloped track, somehow I took off too. So now I was sliding over wooden planks at about 45 mph on my back-- quite frightening. The view was something that you might see riding a train in South India (I had a view because the trains on either side were no longer there). I eventually forced myself off the tracks into the grass on the side where I came to a pretty quick stop. I then decided I could probably find my way to my hotel without the tracks, so I ran off into some brush and disappeared into the brush, thus disappearing from my dream and ending it.