A few nights ago, I had a somewhat strange, albeit slightly terrifying, railway-related dream.
My recollection of the events in the dream isn't great, but I'll try and coherently describe what I remember in sufficient detail.
Anyway, here we go:
I found myself in an unidentified town (or even a district of a larger city). For some reason, it felt like a version of Salford but in Southern Manchester - more towards the Deansgate way. I had no idea how I got here, I just "appeared". Furthermore, I cannot recall the appearance of the town itself, just the journey to, and the station itself.
I do recall using the town's railway station many times over - possibly for commuting purposes? Many of these experiences were set in torrential rain and during the night time.
I'm quite surprised at how I managed to architecturally design a railway station in a dream - though this may just be inspired by a previous structure I cannot recall whilst conscious.
The station itself was set aside from a large car park. The entrance to the station was located in the centre of the car park, on a pedestrian island - a green metal ramp enclosed by tall metal barriers on the sides and above led up to a footbridge linking to the platforms. The entrance to this ramp was unprotected, i.e. with no ticket gates or any form of security. Underneath the ramp was a long line of those arched metal bike storage things.
I vaguely remember the station being called "Bretminster" which coincidentally happens to be one of the fictional stations I conjured up whilst creating my "Fantasy Railway World" project a while back.
Anyway, for once it wasn't raining - in fact it was sunny and mid afternoon, and I was (again) making my way to the railway station. The journey to this station consisted of a short trek through a housing estate, which I don't recall looking "rough" however it gave off bad vibes.
This part is important, as it involves me making a choice. There was the option to take the more straightforward option of carrying along one road to the station, or the quicker option of taking a detour around a few smaller roads. I chose the straightforward option.
I remember walking through an alleyway between two houses at the end of the straight road, and coming out the other end, I noticed a gang of "Italian mafia" (I have no idea why I thought they were Italian mafia!) They were wielding an assortment of firearms.
After noticing this, and becoming noticeably uneasy, I turned around and walked back through the alleyway, turning right along the main road, only to be greeted by this gang.
Trying to keep this as non-graphic as possible, I was shot multiple times which eventually led to my death.
In conclusion, a bad decision ultimately led to my demise. Perhaps this dream is trying to inform me of something? Who knows, although not strictly a train dream, perhaps the railway station played a part in this potential message?