June 1st, 2007 at 11:46am
It’s not very often that I get to enlighten you with a summary of a dream in which I’m using public transport in another city, so today must be your lucky day as that is exactly what I’m about to do.
This dream started with me sitting in the second last carriage a CityRail train in Sydney, the train appeared to be travelling at a normal pace and I had a look out the rear window of the carriage, towards the last carriage. The last carriage then disconnected from the rest of the train and disappeared in to the distance (apparently impossible…but I’ll let Clive Robertson explain why shortly).
Probably in order to prove that the dream wasn’t even remotely real, the dream then managed to make a CityRail employee walk in to my carriage (something which would almost never happen in real life). I alerted him to the fact that the train was missing a carriage.
The train then stopped at the next station and this CityRail employee told everyone to get off the train and wait on the platform (of which there was only one at this station) and wait for the missing carriage to catch up with the train…oddly enough, it did.
To make matters even more odd, the CityRail employee handed me a stop watch and asked me to time the train as it travelled around a loop of the railway station. For some reason the stop watch was able to determine the speed of the train, and determined that the carriage which had previously gone missing was travelling one kilometre per hour slower than the rest of the train.
The CityRail employee decided that we would leave the slow carriage behind, so all the passengers got back on the train and away we went!
This is one of my more peculiar dreams, and I decided that the best person to talk to for an analysis of this dream would be the closest thing to an expert on trains that I know of, 2UE’s Clive Robertson. Was Clive (aka Dr. Cliff) any help? I’ll let you decide, have a listen to our conversation from 3:25 this morning. Incidentally Clive continued his comments about this website from a few days ago in this conversation, and somehow we ended up discussing my peculiar habits.
To answer Clive’s question, the titles are in Georgia font, and the rest is in Arial.
I now eagerly await the email from Clive’s GP, and I pity the poor sod at CityRail who has to try and make sense of that conversation when the Media Monitors transcript arrives later today.
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