I had a dream.
I was seated in a cold, hard plastic. I had my head pressed against the flat surface to my left. I opened my eyes and saw a row of seats in front of me. Bright red, the seats were bright red in colour. There were trembling with occasional shakes as I sat. I sat straight up, looking around, confused.
Where was I?
I looked right, where there were more seats lining back to back against my own. I looked around, I was in a box, rather, I knew the design. I was on a train.
I looked down the cabins of the train, looking to my left. There was a seemingly infinite row of chairs. The cabins stretched out further and further until it was out of my sight. There was no one. I turned my head and looked down the right. There, it was a similar issue, with an endlessly long train. Howeve
