The old mansion would overlook the highway and the water if it didn't sit directly behind a large hill. A young Jennifer Connelly has just stepped out onto the uppermost porch I feel bad because I am afraid of heights and I'm responsible. (perhaps I'm the director). She is afraid of nothing, in this scene her older brother has dared her to do this (played in spirit by the guy from the warriors who says "come out to pla-ay" he was also in the crow and commando, {remember when Arnold Schwarzenegger said he would kill him last? he lied} this guy actually isn't in my dream at all he's probably in his trailer somewhere). Jennifer's up on the roof now walking carefully to the next porch. I really don't exist much yet as I am watching everything from this impossible birds eye view.

As I feared, the porch gives way now and crumbles. Jennifer is long gone and from my perspective the whole scene looks more like a cat just jumped up on top of a doll house. Smashing in one side of it. Grumpily I begin to put the damn thing back together, I am apparently renting this property from the deity which I will call Crom. Crom is well known and somewhat popular if only in a celebrity kind of way, I doubt anyone actually prays to him.

I'm going to the 'el (train) I have a male companion of what race age or name I have no clue we are conversing so as males we have little need to look at each other. The conversation eludes me but my thoughts were still mostly on Crom. A large party is occurring where he/it is located so I'm getting as far away as possible, Croms parties are the size of small cities, millions of people stacked together like anchovies.
Once we get to the station we walk up[ the stairs, we are going south instead of the more popular north so at the stairs we turn and begin to climb up this monkeybaresque construction to get to our track. below is the girl who is traveling with us (Traci Lords from crybaby, in crybaby costume no less) I keep an eye on her to make sure she is not lost in the shuffle, there are people climbing down as we climb up. at a certain point is a pay counter the window is located on the "ground" the ground in this case still made up of crisscrossing monkeybars. The top half of my body lies flat on the structure while my hips and legs are still dangling over the edge.
I'm trying to get my fucking change out, bent like that, Traci's still hanging on below me, the cashier is all squished up in her glass box so she can reach the little hole at the window on the floor.
I climb up the rest of the way and stand just to get the change out of my pocket when I realize there is another window at regular level too.
"Oh!" I say.
Once on the platform we are trying to get to our track, there are merchants scattered all over the place, finally behind some furniture and crates (looks like a pier 1 imports shop) is see a platform and some tracks. upset that all this junk is in my way I fling a few of the chairs away and kick some of the other shit making a path to the tracks.
"what are you doing" says the shopkeeper.
"I wanna take the train" I say, pissed.
"those are the tracks for the steam engine!"
"Oh!" I say.
I put some of the stuff back, showing more respect than I had the first time I moved them. My male companion points us toward the right tracks.
Wake up.



Traveling with anyone in your group makes the trip faster.
Traveling in a train car packed full of strangers is the same as traveling alone.