Excerpt from my Dream.
I have to sleep I have to sleep I have to sleep Metal rods pushing my fat, wooden table pinching my bones. Where ocean, the waves everything failed the foetus position and day dreaming scenarios worked. The lucid train of thought arrives and I am very aware of its iteneary. First stop the hills of assignments neatly stacked on top of another. I'm afraid the stay here will not be very pleasant but we will stop here for a moment to admire the view. Next stop, Meetings, here we have people shouting with no sound so that the passengers who are asleep in the train are not disturbed or awoken. Next stop, love. Here the train never reaches on time so the passengers waiting on the platform are grateful for the arrival, however short lived it is. When the train reaches its destination and it will be time to deboard, we will not be stopping the train on any platform to give the passengers an illusion of agency but will just slow it down, jump at your own risk.