Transport & Trailing

In one scene, I was stopping at my friend Dawn's house, which in the dream was tres moderne, circular and modular, while she wasn't home. I was with other, unidentified people, and when I emerged into the street, a dirty-faced, South American street urchin--a girl about ten--kept following me and saying, "Take me with you; you have to take care of me." I dodged her then, but she reappeared later and I grudgingly took her with me.

The scene shifted and then I was in a train station, waiting for train after train until I could get on. There were masses of people--troops of soldiers, faces I recognized from high school, the rich and famous. (At one point I sat next to a prominent and well-known gent named Victor or Alexander, I can't recall which). But I couldn't ever get on the train; my companions (again, unidentifed) procured themselves some peppermint schnapps, but I declined to partake. We did finally board a train, but then I awakened.