PROPHETIC DREAM OF THE TRAIN (We're screwed.)

DREAM: THE TRAIN                                                  May 2, 2017 
                                                                                         (Marlene's bday)

The ducks got out of the lake in the park after we did. They were awfully close, and they weren’t afraid of me, even though we were now living outside, and we were hungry. They were food after all. There were military around, but not very many soldiers. We began to be herded by them. We were out past curfew. I spoke to one of the military men that were moving us. I said to him, “how long can you hold out anyway with the supplies you have? You have few supplies, other than the supplies that you are carrying on your back!”

Suddenly, the once empty train was now full of supplies for the soldiers, and they could stay here with us indefinitely! Then we were moved past the railroad tracks. I said “so, what? You can hold out here, in Portland, Oregon on this train for a month with the supplies you have, and then you need to leave for additional supplies for these soldiers, it should only take the train about 8 hours to restock and then return–(I thought to myself in a defeatist tone and state of mind.)  

None of us had a home that day. We were driven out of our homes by the military, so we were in the park just waiting like common homeless people. The Sun was setting. It was still twilight, so we boarded the train that the soldiers were somewhat living out of and keeping their supplies in that I spoke to the officer earlier about.

It was still dark. It was till dark. I had this strange copper lamp that had some of that yellow foam spray in the upper and lower chambers of it. I was trying to light the foam areas, but it was windy, and the wind kept blowing out my fire. I had a disposable light green translucent lighter with barely any fuel that I was using, but the wind kept blowing out the foam copper handing lamp that we used for light, heat, and cooking.

Finally, I got a small fire going. It was always difficult to get the lamp started,  however, I managed to get the top inside part lit… barely. If we were able to get it lit, it produced toxic black smoke, as you expect to see burning a petroleum-based foam like that. I thought to myself, “the toxic smoke will probably poison everyone around the lamp, but at least we’ll be warm!” One of our group caught a rabbit, and we began cooking it in the lamp. It was just hanging upside down in there cooking over a toxic fire.

It turned to daytime. It was very sunny outside. We were all being moved on this cramped standing-room-only train. The train made a stop. Seven-eights of us disembarked the train. I went back to get my lamp I had forgotten, and then tried to get off of the train, but the door had closed with me in it. I could not get off, even though the train was moving very slowly. My ex-wife who died eight years ago was my wife again, and I was trying  to get to her.  She had gotten off the train!

Since the train was moving so slowly, I thought of jumping off and going back for Barbara. I had a chance to jump, and just walk back to her­–even if it meant me having to be murdered by our fellow countrymen. I didn’t care.

Then a female Nazi military lady came by. We all went to her and crowded around her in concern asking her questions. I told her that my wife (whom I loved very much) had gotten off the train buy mistake at the station, and that I needed to get back to her! In all this organized chaos, she said to me, “I’m sorry. The people that exited the train were all illegals. I knew I would probably never see her again.

I don’t know what was going to happen to the people who exited the train (the majority of us,) but I had a bad feeling. I knew that were all going to be killed by our government who were wearing Nazi clothing by now. Stylish light tan, skin-tight, well-ironed slacks both fashionably stylish, and great for roll-playing.