Waiting for a Train

I had an awful dream this morning.


I was in LA. It was evening and dark. I was with someone who was more
familiar with the area than I was, but I didn't know if I could trust
her.


We were all dressed up and had to park the car, then walk to the train
station to get where we were going.


I parked the car at the bottom of a hill. It was dark, but I wanted to
write down the street names so I'd remember how to get back to the
car. I turned to let the person I was with know we should do
everything we could to remember where we parked, but she was already
running up the hill.


I looked back at the street signs but could only make out one of the
names. It had three letters, all caps. Something like, LOR, LAR ...I
can't remember.


Then I walked along the dark, empty streets and made my way to the
train station.


At first it looked like a safe enough place, but I wasn't familiar with it.


I ran around looking for my train and ended up on the tracks, which
curved and overlapped each other.


There were trains coming in and out and I had just enough time to jump
off a track and onto a narrow cement divider between the tracks before
I got hit.


The trains were sleek and fast and whizzing past me.


I somehow got out of the track area, ran up the stairs and pushed a
door open to a waiting room. It was dirty and filled with dangerous
people.


Travelers were running through this waiting room to get to their train
unscathed.


I hadn't come in running. I pushed the door open, saw the people and
stood there a moment.


I wanted to appear confident to these threatening people. But they
caught me before I could pretend I knew where I was going. The jig was
up.


I'd made it almost to the end, gotten myself where I needed to be even
without knowing how to get there.


But it was now obvious I was lost. And vulnerable.