It Was a Dark and Stormy North

Storms today, and I was on a road trip south to visit my eldest daughter, who recently broke her right hand and needed some help for the day. I didn't mind being on the road with lightening all around. I love storms.

I had this weird dream the other night about a ghost train. I was on this abandoned commuter train heading through a decaying cityscape. No people anywhere to be seen. The train slows to stop in front of a huge plantation-type home which is also in the process of accelerated decay. No people there either. About this time, I realize I am somewhat disembodied myself, in the sense that I have awareness but it doesn't seem attached to anything corporeal. Can't look at my hands or feet. Don't seem to have any hands or feet or, well, anything.

Terrified I head for the train again (whatever it is I am). I catch it just before it pulls back out, winding through the dead city again, past a port with no boats no people, past an outlying area with no people, and finally it slows to a stop.

I get out. I'm at the house again, this time in a state of even more advanced decay.

I kept thinking about this dream the next day, and I remembered a Twilight Zone episode that followed this basic plot more or less, except the gimmick at the end was that it was a kid's train set and the guy trapped in this situation was a toy of sorts. Everything in that version was perfect but the tip-off was, no people. Everything in my dream was spectral and desolate, very scary, empty, weird.

In other news, unemployment hit 14.1% here last week.

Yikes.

Maybe I can still catch that train...