The Imaginarium

I’m on a train, but it’s the outside of a freight train. Either I had this dream another night, or I had it earlier this night. There were others with me on the outside, incl. (I think) Homer and Marge Simpson. We’re just powering through country in a wide, gravelled, multi-track rail path. At one point, Homer jumps off and into a bin (green recycle, and the lid closes on him). I tell Marge to do the same.
I make my way along the train to the front – the engine seemed to be at the back. I don’t remember feeling wind, or fear for that matter. As I get there, someone cries “look out” and a brace myself for another tunnel (from earlier in the dream?). Actually it’s a very small looking station, and we stop at it. I remember seeing the orange, hanging board (what for?) past the traffic lights and trying not to hit it when we stop.



As I get off the train, I fall and get entwined with a black/yellow striped pole. I don’t know where it came from or what it was for. Someone I knew helped me out of it. As I was leaving the platform, I saw an old friend cross in front of the entrance in official rail uniform. I saw another old friend and female looking down the tunnel so I veered off right. Ticket office? I may have asked where the toilet was, then went to the right passageway, maybe to the toilet. I came back and Lily (from HIMYM) was at another counter sorting out ‘papers’ for this other girl e.g. Passport, driver’s license, ID. I went somewhere and come out on the roof where she was standing, facing away from me.



She was maybe wearing a fishing hat and some form of baggy dark trousers. Over them she had some sort of green and yellow baggy short shorts and her top was possibly one of those tank tops with straps. The view looked Tuscan, or Renaissance, partly reminiscent of Dubrovnik, but with towers and such. She turned round and maybe smiled at me. Not sure when, but probably at office with Lily: There was a flash when I said something about her dancing. It was all blue and monochrome – high angle, tight cropping – she may have been wearing aviators, and she was dancing. Then cut back to the rest of the dream, whatever it was.