Bubble

I dreamed I was riding a train through the mountains. The train was very old-fashioned and we were also in something more like box-cars than a passenger train. It was being driven by dwarves, and there were elves on board in addition to humans. There was a little girl on board with ragged blond hair who did not talk but liked following me around. At some point, the train broke down and we had to go hiking along a trail to search for a ranger's station. We were also arguing because we thought it had been dark because we were in a tunnel, but when we came out the other side it was night-time, even though it had been broad daylight when we entered it 10 minutes before.

Then, another dream, involving an old production I worked in, an animated short that never got made. Although we never actually got that far, in the dream I thought that the reason we had abandoned it was because we couldn't properly animate a building in it. In reality, the building was stationary, but in the dream it had to fly and had tubes and stuff, the tubes had to rotate, and you had to be able to see the 3D animation of the pilots in the cockpit. Anyway, I dreamed that I emailed my old professor telling him that I knew a way to animate it now, with FLASH. Then, suddenly, for some reason, Barack Obama was my new animation professor.