inside another train. alongside the ocean. outside was brighter than anything my conscious eye has ever seen. we were said to be in europe, but we were clearly in america.
sand not rock.
americans on train.
no one else.

there was a tidal wave. it barelh hit us.but we had to stop. chris grant was there across from me. apparently we were broken up. for a while. i tried to talk to him, but he tried to ignore me by holding this lady's baby (hahahaa). the diaper had a black thong painted on to it. a baby thong. gross. the baby evolved from barbie sized newborn to toddler in seconds and then it was sitting on his lap talking to me in full sentences. i informed her i was taking the train across europe to take a plane to visit my parents (both were alive). my mom was very ill but chris had no idea. the reason we broke up was because he called me the wrong petname and we hadn't spoken in years after that.(haha. i don't mess).

i think that takes the cake for silliest dream so far. this is at least the 3rd train by the ocean dream in 2 weeks. the other night chris, kat, scott, and i were riding the train around and around like a ride(again, another ride allusion) and we were getting drunk and having a good time. then we were passing jersey farmland and saw the blackest of tornadoes.
i have to figure out this train in dreams business.perhaps its because that is where most of my insight takes place. or because i want to get out of here and have some fun. suggestions? interpretations?