Parallel Trains

Every now and then I have some pretty enlightening dreams. Then again, I have some dreams where I try to eat Scooby Snacks and discover that they taste really bad. Both of these things happened last night. I'm trying to be better about remembering my dreams, and trying to figure them out as the day goes on. So here's my first public attempt at interpreting my dreams.

At the beginning, I'm sitting on the train, (Metro, or otherwise. I don't think it really matters where it is in this particular dram) and I'm talking to my friend, Cassi, from home. We're pretty good friends, and we've chatted lately, so this seems pretty normal. And then a second train pulls up next to us, going the same direction, and some friends with the guy I fancy are inside! I'm excited, and I try talking to them so we can all get together. He keeps telling me to get on his train. In the midst of my frantic searching for a way from one train to the other, they both pull away. Shortly after this, I wake up.

I'm obviously the sexy train on the right

So I got online this morning to see what trains signify in dreams. According to Freud, it's a penis. (SHOCKER) But some other interpretations are control, lack of control, or life's journey. While I think that life's journey is probably the most accurate symbol, I also just spend a lot of time on trains. I live in Europe after all. So, okay, life's journey. There's mine, my train, my friends, my life. And then there's his train, with his (and my) friends, and probably his life as well. Although we met at a certain "station" of our lives, these trains are now heading on their own paths. This is kind of sad. Because although we are heading in the same general direction, and can see each other through the glass (hello interpretation of facebook) we can't truly interact outside of this visual connection.

The two things I can take out of this are as follows:
1. They are still trains. They can meet up at another time, at a different place. They turn, their paths change, they go back sometimes. This is not a period on the end of the sentence, it's an ellipsis. So, yay! Hope for the future.
2. Move the hell on. My train is going somewhere new and fantastic, places I've never been before. I could wait around, looking at the other train and where it's going, ooooor. I could look at all the beautiful places I'm going.  This train has no schedule, no definite stops, no destination, just a journey. And I would be wasting that journey if I held on to the other train.

So, if you stumbled upon this blog looking for a specific interpretation of dreams, congratulations! If you had this same exact dream, stop doing your weird Inception stuff and go get a real job that's less Watergate-y.
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