I'm in a house.  Everything is dim and my perspective is from the floor, looking up.  The walls are white, but aged and scuffed.  I can see some posters and a shelf above me.  There is a Kid Dragon vinyl figure taken apart and superglued to the shelf.  The pieces are all out of order.  I smell electricity.

*blink*

I'm outside.  The sun is shining.  I'm at the apex of a hill on one of those super slides they have at carnivals, on my burlap sack.  The slide is made of dense foam and I'm having a hard time moving over the hump.  Somehow, I know I'm on a train...and not on a slide.  I feel the lurching of the train car.

*blink*

I am in a train.  I'm standing near the door that leads from one car to the next.  I look back over my shoulder and survey the people seated there.  A young boy that I'm acquainted with gets up and walks toward me with his hand extended.

*blink*

Me and a young girl are walking out of a patio door, holding hands, and start to descend a small flight of stairs into a lush garden of a yard.  The breeze blows her superfine hair over her face.  I don't know her.  Everything is green and alive.  The train car lurches again.  I look down at the girl and she nods to me.  Our hands release and she turns into mist. 

*wake*