Laura, That Is Not Our Train

There are five characters in my dream:

1. Myself. I am a 51 year old happily divorced male.

2. Guy, who was my friend Grades 5 - 8. Good friend but not besties. I have not seen or heard from him since 1979.

3. Laura, who was my girlfriend for a couple of months when I was a Junior in High School. Not saying this in a negative way, but Laura was just one of a few different girls I dated during my HS years.

4. Dana Carvey.

5. A random police officer.

The common ground here is that I don’t have any strong feelings toward any of these people. Not a Dana Carvey fan, Guy and Laura are two of many people from my adolescent past.

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This is what paved it’s way through my head on Wednesday night while I was sleeping.

In this dream I am 14 years old, hanging around with my friend Guy. That was his name, okay?

We’re in his family’s living room on a hot Summer day hand writing a letter to Laura, explaining why she should give us her horse- he were upstanding and responsible young men and well, we want the horse.

There are already logical flaws in this dream; Laura was one of my girlfriends in high school but I hadn’t met her yet. In fact, I met her after my family moved so she lived over an hour away from where Guy and I were.

Perhaps most importantly...she didn’t own a horse. There was absolutely no connection to Laura and horses.

That didn’t stop me from sticking this letter in the mailbox and triumphantly telling my friend “HA...we’re getting a horse”.

There was a sudden cut scene and I was at an underground subway station in Boston...with Laura. We both had big heavy suitcases and were waiting for a train.

As the train arrives I see “Cleveland Circle” on it’s display. I don’t know where we’re doing, but I know it ain’t there. I tell Laura this is the wrong train. The train stops, and when it starts again Laura asks me to hold her suitcase. She then runs, catches up with the train, and hops on.

Goodbye train, Goodbye Laura.

I notice Dana Carvey on my right, in full “Wayne’s World” costume. He solemnly tells me that I have to go get Laura and at least get her suitcase back to her. I guess he was an authority figure in this dream, because I nod in agreement even though I didn’t think I should have had to do that. Whatevs, Garth.

As I get on the train I get the sense that not only is it not taking me to wherever I wanted to be, it’s not taking me to Laura either.

After a quick ride the train stops, I hop off, and where am I? Penn Station in New York, of course. Hey, there’s Madison Square Garden! I’m looking for Laura and can’t find her, but I did find a choir of Christmas Carolers.

The suitcases are getting heavy. I approach a police officer and ask him where I am, and he threateningly responds by saying “buddy, you’ve been here dozens of times. Don’t bother me with stupid questions”.

Then I woke up. Sorry there’s not more.

I’m dying to know where this all may have come from and I’ll be glad to help with any questions you may have and I thank everyone in advance for their efforts!

This, to me, sounds like several different dreams all spliced into one - like sitting in the editing room and taping the negs together.

Was it ever your ambition to be a playwright, film director or writer..?

Whatever ambitions you may have had over the past 50 years, it seems one remains. Whatever it is, perhaps you feel it's too big to carry all the way to the end alone, but that - if you could achieve it - the world might be your (prairie) oyster.

Romantic partners tend to come with a lot of baggage and it seems that this one has left you with some that you could quite easily drop, if you didn't feel the need to carry it in the hope that she'll be needing it again, or that you're still obligated, or that you are required by the divorce, or whatever...

Thinking or fantasising about past girlfriends is not uncommon after a breakup. Perhaps Laura was the last person for whom you felt the same feelings as the recent ex?

Rather than "getting back on the horse" as with dating - I think that it'd be a prudent move to spend some time travelling life alone, until you can realise an ambition that you have held onto for 4 decades.

That, my friend, is true liberty - your own horse.

It's better to ride your own trail, that you blazed alone, than it is some whore you know you won't love like her.

https://youtu.be/3Z58OUFmz94

/pardon my french.