Another dream I had a few weeks ago: I was at a station akin to Chorleywood, wanting to get on a Metropolitan line train. As I emerged from an underpass, I saw the S8 stock train at the platform that was ready to depart. On the platform, however, there was a cardboard box filled with bus and rail timetables. Amazingly, the contents were suitable to my preferences, as it had included historical timetables of the Metropolitan line and my local bus operators. Being a keen timetable collector, and seeming that no-one wants it, I decided to take the whole box (looking back, I don't know why I did that). The driver was looking back on the train, saw me and shouted something like "come on, get on!"
In a hurry, I managed to get on the Metropolitan line train before it departed. However, at the next station, the driver approached and told me to get off because "the box doesn't belong to you."
I thought why the driver suddenly acts like he was upholding the law as some sort of police officer. I told him that no-one seemed to want the items, to which he replied "I don't care!" He went on to claim that everything I was possessing didn't belong to me, like my bag, my clothes and even my phone! At this point I thought that this driver was crazy because I wasn't a thief, but other passengers seemed to believe him. I proved to the driver that my phone was my property by showing a picture of me on my phone. He dismissed that as "being downloaded from social media" before promptly kicking me out. The doors then shut and the Met train departed without the need of the driver in the cab.
In a hurry, I managed to get on the Metropolitan line train before it departed. However, at the next station, the driver approached and told me to get off because "the box doesn't belong to you."
I thought why the driver suddenly acts like he was upholding the law as some sort of police officer. I told him that no-one seemed to want the items, to which he replied "I don't care!" He went on to claim that everything I was possessing didn't belong to me, like my bag, my clothes and even my phone! At this point I thought that this driver was crazy because I wasn't a thief, but other passengers seemed to believe him. I proved to the driver that my phone was my property by showing a picture of me on my phone. He dismissed that as "being downloaded from social media" before promptly kicking me out. The doors then shut and the Met train departed without the need of the driver in the cab.