james_

I had a dream.
On the train headed out from New York, picking up more and more speed, my stomach dropping, acceleration, we must have been travelling at 400 mph, and I had to get tickets for the concert. That's why I was in NY, see. Dad had stuck me on the plane, and I was on an unfamiliar railway, all alone. The walls were grey, and the carriage strangely spacious.
I fell from the seat and was on my knees, crying in terror as we travelled faster and faster and then it all just

*twists*

and i'm on my way to the train station here in good old Flitwick, but there's been an horrendous accident. The skky is stained blood red, and a wrecked Midland Mainline train has flipped in the air, and managed to jump the bridge over the platform, where it's elegantly draped.
Seeing the disaster I went to the ticket office, and the guard told me to walk to London, and I'd still make the show. So I set off down the tracks, the grey of the railway line stones like a washed out coal, and the smell of diesel prmeating the fields along the way.

Then I woke up.