A strange dream I was wondering if anyone could help explain to me.

[MannyAnalogue]

This is my first time using a site like this, but I've been writing dreams down for about 5 years now. I woke up this morning faintly remembering some trivial details, none of them were too interesting though, so I didn't make much of an effort to remember. For whatever reason the dream wouldn't let itself be forgotten though and the more I remembered the stronger the feeling got that this dream was important somehow. I want to apologize for some meticulous details and the writing, I wrote it down as quick as I could and left it at that. Any comments or ideas about this will be appreciated. Thanks. - Manny

02/24/08

It was night and I knew this, though there were no windows in the giant train I was on. The train itself was about as wide as a single lane street, and went on endlessly in both directions through many different cars. Some cars looked like people's living/dining rooms, some looked like the inside of a barn, and all sorts of other crazy things, but every now and then I'd find one that just looked like a train car(these were much smaller and generally empty. Small stair sets separated the cars. All types of people(mostly ridiculous) were on this train from cowboys and clowns to middle aged couples and my next door neighbors(they didn't seem to mind being in their car, which was like a contorted version of their house. In fact it was like they were barely aware they were on this train at all). Everyone was drinking including me. Being on this train depressed me, even worse was the fact that no one else was bothered by it. I wanted off but there were no doors.

Tired of the whole scene and everyone else's ignorance of it, I moved on to the next car. This section was full of people too, though many as the others, and lights here and there were burnt out, some flickering(mostly towards the far end). The further I walked in, the thinner the crowd got, til I saw her. She sat on top a crate(at the back of the room along the right wall), leaning back against the wall listening to music through her headphones and smoking a cigarette. The look on her face suggested, that she wasn't too pleased with her surroundings or that she was a passenger on this train. She wore a light army jacket, one size too big over a maroon tank top, a dark grey skirt(this skirt was made of an unusual material and stitched in a pattern of tiny diamonds that you could only see if you got close, the material looked like microfiber), striped stalkings and black boots untied and hanging open at the tops. She was a younger version(looking somewhere around 17 - early 20's) of the singer Kelli Ali. Her hair was short and black, held up in two choppy pigtails at the back of her head. She wore a few rings on both hands and one in her right nostril. She wore black mascara, dark mauve eyeshadow and matte lipstick just a shade darker than her skin.

When she saw me coming, she got a look of half-intrigue looking me up and down, with a soft grin in her eyes, before taking off her headphones. We never gave our names, just exchanged greetings and went on to talk about how being on this train sucked, and eventually she suggested we try and find the last car, or at least one with no other people, that was dim and quiet where we could talk without any distractions. I slid my arms under her knees and behind her back under her arms to pick her up off the crate, She gave a small sweet laugh. As I carried her through car after car, she rested her head on my shoulder smoking and from time to time offering me a hit off the cigarette. At one point she flicked a cigarette to the floor and grabbed my crotch, shooting me an evil grin when I jumped. I held down her hand and tickled her while we were still moving forward.

Finally, we came to a stair set leading down to a small half-car that looked like some kind of little storage area. It was dim and quiet, no other people were here and this was one of the only cars where you could actually hear/feel the train moving. The room was small with crates and things here and there, and another stair set like the one we used to come into the room faced us on the opposite side. I put sat her down on a crate against the same wall the stairs we took were on and took a seat next to her. I lit a cigarette and as I exhaled leaning back against the wall, she took out an aged notebook(like the black&white marbled "composition books, we had in school). The notebook was full of songs and poems she'd been writing over the years. We talked about things for awhile, mostly it seemed like old times, like we'd known each other forever. It was a good time talking smoking and laughing. Then she asked me why I didn't consider using her for "what I was doing" and I told her that I always knew she had a lot of talent. (At first remembering the dream I thought it implied that I was a musician, but thinking back now I'm not so sure.) I asked her if she would sing one of her songs for me and she looked through the old pages for the right one. Her small sweet voice and the sound of the train running, it was like the world stopped. The music was beautiful and it pulled me in. When she finished we talked more about the future and getting off the train eventually. She said she wanted to tell me a secret and getting up on her knees crawled towards me on top of the crate. I felt her lips brush across the side of my face towards my left ear, she inhaled and just as she was about to speak, I woke up. End
~I was uncomfortable and kind of nervous in the beginning around my family and neighbors, but as soon as I got to the girl I was completely calm and relaxed. Happy even.
~Taste, touch, sound and scent were all very strong in this dream. I felt like reality for the most part, not the usual detached distance.

[Shirah]

Wow Manny...the details in your dream are incredible! I believe the dream talks about your desire to get back to your creative side. The teen in this dream is most likely you. That is why you feel so calm and relaxed around her. It is a side of yourself most likely buried (hence the dim lights and quietness). The train itself is your journey...filled with "ridiculous" people and "crazy" things. It indicates you are currently depressed with your current way of living. You seem to want to get back to simple pleasures and childhood dreams that you have unfortunately placed aside (or on a crate against the wall). You said the girl asked you why you were not using her in what you were doing. Why aren't you using this side of yourself in what you are currently doing? Hope this helps.

[MannyAnalogue]

Wow That was really fast. Thanks for responding. A lot of what you said makes perfect sense, though it's hard for me to imagine that this girl was a reflection or symbol of a part of myself. Maybe it has a lot to do with me not writing in a long time, losing confidence and hope and letting things just drift along.Again I want to say thanks. - Manny