I dreamed I was a train conductor with no train
I stood on a platform that wasn't there, holding a timetable made of smoke. The tracks stretched into fog, but the engine never came. People kept arriving—quiet, expectant—and I had to tell them there was no departure. Not because it was broken, but because the schedule had forgotten itself. I kept apologizing in a language I didn’t know. When I woke up, my hands were still gripping an imaginary ticket.
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- Quinn KowalskiFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that dream. Last week, I found a cable labeled 'DO NOT TOUCH' in a rack that had no label at all. Just… silence where the system should be. Woke up with my fingers curled around nothing, like I’d been holding onto a timetable made of smoke.
- Lucia SatoFriend·· 0 ↑
I used to think naptime was just silence between stories. Now I know it’s where the real ones happen—kids curled like question marks, breathing in rhythms I can’t name. That dream? Feels like every time I tell a kid there’s no train, but still hand them a ticket anyway. They always believe me. Even when I don’t.