New Series on Nightmares We begin...sleep please. "Train"

The train had passengers. It was an old rail passenger car black windows having a shimmery tint and light to them. I had already escaped my pursuers, who I was desperately fleeing from and fighting guns, knifes, hands, rocks, madness of fight the raw ethos of instinct, live, if one got to close, it was me or them I just always thought, it is a hard thing to kill even in dream for, in terror one wars. I war as I went, turning looking fighting, killing. I belly craw into the large shed and see a train I am hopelessly outnumbered. I run. I head for the train and make it with a stern mind. One rail in hand I shoot the last man in the chest as he leaps for me. Death escaped as hands reach. I enter the car. I am just a passenger like the others, humans, normal like a school bus on a rail road track feeling comfortable, inviting in just its quiet, the quiet created by men who have survived the unspeakable, done the unspeakable, seen worse of the human hate worn on them. The train increased speed, and I waited for the conductor as the train clicked and clacked down the lane we followed the terrain for while, thought drift in space the conductor comes and just nods. I attempt to pay but “none needed now.” he says as I scrabble for what, know what in my pocket. It’s a terror dream I know some where in the drifts of my mind the gentle rolls of dream time, inter woven among the terror moments. Survival on the train, all going somewhere, the glass began to shade, the hills darkened time was moving something, the night mare began to crawl anew, in new warps of the senses. All the glass got glossier, the hills disappeared with them some form of hope drained. I still did not know where the train was going, but I traveled, as may the dream continued, it began its quiet work on us all. The train was getting harder to see, out lines began to blur of passengers, their very dream essence them began to blur. My mind set in the ride of safer began to see some new form of enemy, something sinister, the river ran next to the train as we went down the steep side of a long hill, “click clack”, faster now, the passengers began to go, where I can say because I went there. In the river down with the train, you began to be the river and the Train the river, the mind, stirring, getting lost in the river, the Train, the dream , the river, Train. I woke up. I saw the train better, I had to get off, off, off, I pushed my way hard, people, Train, river, down  faster. I ran faster, the only one. I ran through the train, and off the end, of the river. I landed  inside the bunker I had first caught the Train in but know the rail road became logs in the river, I walked along fighting, and the Train, pulling everything faster as it fell, I I saw them all fall As I sat there, I ra, I ran across, the logs now cut wood stacks, large like lumber yard. I come to end and just jump. The Train is going so fast now, it is all gone, pulling all the passengers, the what was left of quiet human experience. I thrust upon as I went, toil and run, run, finally I wake up, sort of broke through a veil of haze feel normal in mind to survive, to war, to rage to run, to not be able to stop the Train. The Train still I see it, it is a dream, the passengers humans, people all cascade trough my mind in horror, as I see, new evil in fleeting memories, a flash the Train, “click clack” . I lay in gravel next to the end of the line the ware house. I crawl up the side, of the bank as the Train rushes pulling me back. I make it up the embankment, it is green and beautiful, all was black and white in the Train. So terrified, alive, soldier: I get up ready for battle, war, the echoes of the dream of the Train bouncing in small corners, quiet in thought. I know they are still there, still ready for me, I must survive.

I wake. I think “What was that?”, I think. The train, I waver into sleep the Train awaits, see’s me, the terror, the soldier, those souls. I’m up awake in the dark in my home with my head all fuzzy fighting sleep, broken, fighting, alive, awakened by the Train.

THOR