Trains in backyards

Date: 5/22/2017

Setting was a backyard probably on the lake in which there were wooden tracks going through all the backyards in sight, very near the house. This dream starts with dad being on a second story floor of a somewhat tall house, definitely not our own, and the porch/deck is simple with red-ish wood (actually, it is a lot like the one in the real life house I visited for that open house, the short-looking from the front gray house). He is eating hot corn off the cob out of a somewhat large plastic bag (like a bag of microwaveable corn). I remember either thinking or being told that the hot corn is a regularity that is brought around by bags of corn (or peas maybe) being placed on the rails and then when a train comes it heats and opens the bag and the people will come out and enjoy a nice serving of hot corn. The job of placing these bags was apparently mine and also felt important. I don't remember doing it for long or at all, but that was my underlying explanation for why I was there and what I was doing. Forest next to the house, tracks form a very sharp left turn deep in in the woods, yelling TRAIN and it going off the tracks and crashing, to the extreme devastation of the people who lived there