I was next to a steam train, and I decided I wanted to drive it. So I climb up into the cab, and I start going down the line. I whistle at railroad crossings and at passing trains.
I go down the line for a few miles, then the fireman (who I hadn't noticed until now), was telling me some story about the locomtive. I was half listening cause I wanted to hear the click clack of the wheels on the rails, and the friendly honks of the horn from passing Norfolk Southern trains.
Then, John McClaine from Die Hard was there, and then the train rounded a bend. Up ahead, on our track, was a stopped train. I slowed down, but then I remembered one of my dream goals.
I speeded up and crashed into the back of the train. The other train went flying off the track but miraculously, ours stayed on. Then up ahead we saw the next train. I speeded up more.
When I crashed into this one, I got trown through the roof of the cab, and I crashed into a boxcar. I hurt really bad. And in my mind, in a dream that meant I was dead.
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