July 4, 2019
It's empty. The train is empty. I'm 95% sure this is a dream because the train is not segmented in cars. I can see through the front and back. No one's here. I rush to where the driver should be. Maybe he can help me? But no one's there. It's getting colder and colder. My denim jacket feels wet now. I'm not going to cry. This is a dream. I sit down and regroup. This is a dream. How can the train be moving without anyone controlling it? Surely it will stop eventually? This is a dream. Please help me.