my dreams will go on...

The previous night's dream had me and somebody driving out to Cannon Beach. When we got there, the road just stopped in front of set of train tracks running north and south.

We drove south on the beach, which was made of rice, trying to find a place where I could ease my car onto the train tracks. As we started pushing my car along the tracks, we heard a train coming, heading north.

I'm not sure what happened to the car, but we just stood there very straight, so as to avoid getting hit by the train. Then I decided we should jump onto the train, although it was going the wrong direction, my thinking being that at least we were going faster.

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