Buses, trains, and M's amnesia

Date: 7/25/2018

M fell and hit her head near a bus. She is lying on the floor near the old Whittington hospital building. Some people help her on to a bus like a campervan bus. I run off the bus I am on and over to her. She cannot remember me. She is saying things to the people helping her that make me nervous. I tell the bus driver she needs help. The bus driver speeds off. He is skidding around a parking lot. At one point he drive off a high ledge onto a van just below it, and then on to the road below. We next are in a detailed train carriage with some people. M still doesn't remember me. I stay by her side to protect her. I love her so much. There is a little aging Italian man who owns the train. He is bald and not very friendly. I show an interest in his train, and ask lots of questions about it and how it works. The man warms up to us both and treats us like family. I see M at a kind of collection of wooden benches where people are eating. She eats something and does a dance for joy next to someone who knows her. I feel a little threatened by this. She is so full of life and now so innocent and free. She is experiencing things for the first time and cannot contain her joy even over small things. I sit next to her on the bench and hug her from behind. I am crying as she has forgotten me. I am also protecting her from someone taking advantage of her naivety. Back on the derailed train, I find a gas cooker under a counter. I turn it on and a flame comes out the top of the canister. I am confused as this seems wrong. I ask the Italian man how it works, and he shows me a pipe connects the canister to something and food cooks inside it. I am now at a singular old carriage or train like vehicle in a secluded wooded area. I am trying to fix it and move it on to tracks. I have a complicated pivot system. I put rocks into a metal cage, which weigh down the cage and lift or lighten the carriage. Maria trinder is helping me put rocks in. The Italian man comes along and is furious. I starts taking rocks out the cage and throwing them violently at me. I stay calm and he stays angry. He tries to click me from the floor of the carriage while I am outside on the ground. I grab his feet. He is wearing blue suede shoes. He is behaving this way because he cares about me now and I know it. He starts to calm down.