I dream of trains all the time and I never, ever catch them. In fact I don't think I can remember catching one in all the dreams I've had. What normally happens is the train comes but I am on the other side of the platform and run but miss it, or it comes but I have too much luggage to load on and things keep falling out on the platform, or it comes but my legs aren't working and I can't quite manage to get on it in time. Something frustrating and horrid like that anyway.
Then, last night the train was coming and we were driving alongside it racing to get to the station and I was thinking, "Ahhh this old 'not catching the train' chestnut", but as it actually pulled into the station so did we, and unloaded our things and all piled on. Messily, it is true; some luggage was basically thrown into the cabin, but still. We caught it.
I woke up this morning thinking, Holy shit! I can't believe I caught the train!
I've been trying to catch that train for all my adult life and quite a lot of my childhood too. Thank fuck I finally have.
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