Dreams

I had a dream last night I was in Sydney. The city looked like a web-image of a 360 degree view, which I scrolled through in time to the music playing in my mind. There is always music with me these days.

I clambered up a steep cliff, laid with slanting bricks, to reach the train which would take us into the city. We waited in a gated enclosure, but the train stopped further down the platform, forcing us all to walk back onto the cliff and skirt the enclosure towards the opening doors. I tripped, sliding downwards, but caught myself upon some upturned bricks a few feet below me. I stepped onto the train.

My cabin was huge, shared with two other travelers, a girl with a large backpack and inflatable souvenirs, and a man, sullen, reading to himself. I had nothing with me, but knew my things were coming.

The rest is hazy, we argued about books and I spouted some lost words.

I have been remembering my dreams lately.