Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/29/2020
By Machman
I was in the town with Anne. Up the top end of Buchanan Street I think but it looked different. I just knew where it was even though it looked nothing like as it should. We are lugging a dishwasher about. I think it belonged to me. I was looking for a place to park it. Eventually I found a space in a shop front opening where inside it was like another street. Even though the road had double yellow lines on it I felt OK about parking my dishwasher there. Next thing I know I am at a makeshift race track. An event is taking place like a Grand National but anyone can take part, including me. I am a late starter and realise that everyone in front of me has fallen at the first hurdle. So I then realise I can do this. The first hurdle is a big hedge so I make the horse run at it full tilt. It jumps and we make it to the other side. It then turns out that the track is a very small circuit with only 3 hurdles and there is a very laissez-faire attitude towards the 2nd and 3rd hurdles. However many circuits have to be completed to win the race. As I am the only rider left in the race, I take a piss break after about 7 laps and talk to one of the female spectators about my progress. Next thing I know I am on a train and get off at the wrong station to avoid paying a fare. I then realise to get off at the station I wanted to get off at I have to take a train in the opposite direction, get off at the previous stop then get another train to take me to my station. Not sure how that works but it is a dream, remember. I remember being on a bridge at the station (I knew it to be Crosshill Station in Southside Glasgow) looking for trains to take me back the opposite direction. I then see a train approach and I run to catch it. The door opens but then closes right away before I can get on. The train departs but I run after it. A girl on the carriage I am running next to forces open the door and I eventually clamber inside the carriage. Next thing I know I am on the next train heading in the direction I want to go. A conductor is approaching and I remember I don't have a ticket. He approaches me and hands me a bag. It is a small clear plastic bag with what looks like earphone buds inside. A phone number is printed on the bag 51000 in bold blue letters. The conductor told me that it was a phone number in France and that I had to call it. I tried to but there was no response.