dream fragment

I, with my friend, was riding the subway back to Finch station, from somewhere around Union (or past). In this subway, each car was 10-15 feet across, and had two sets of doors, one set to let people in/out, and one set inside the car. The doors opened, and my friend said we should go inside the inner doors, in case of a flood. The doors opened again, and two cute girls walked in, as I slipped into the inner compartment with my friend. A moment later, one of the girls (a blonde) came in, looked at us a little weird, and leaned against the opposite wall; I gave her a smile and nod, and returned to talking to my friend, who promptly told me that after prom, he'd missed the subway (or it could've been plane) home, and so he'd been gone for two days instead of one. I followed up with "Yeah, I've had that. Whenever I miss the buses, I just stay at your place." The girl looked at us somewhat mockingly again, and I continued (in a voice implying really-are-you-an-idiot) "Oh, not like that."

At this point, we exited the subway and boarded the streetcar. I can only surmise that my subconscious has no idea what a streetcar is, because this was a chain of little erasers on rails. We rode for a while, and I made smalltalk with the blonde, and could tell she was somewhat interested. At this point, I did something stupid and my "streetcar" came off the rails. I had to jog as quickly as the streetcar and try and get it back on the rails, to void holding up the people in cars behind me. No use, I couldn't get it back on, and eventually, the streetcar sped to be much quicker than myself.

Fragments

I remember being in my bedroom with my sister, my brother, and my brother's friend, playing some kind of block game. I noticed that my laundry basket (which, in reality, I'd placed in front of my door, so I'd remember to do laundry in the morning) was askew, as though I'd opened the door and walked right by it.