in the dream i am on an amtrak train
i’m in the employee quarters
which is more spacious than i anticipated
and wider than a train car
and i’m learning the ropes (which mostly
means i’m being shown around)
and eventually someone says
there’s an opening on the train
that goes to canada (and back)
it’s yours if you want it
so then there i am, on a bike/electric bike
cruising through the next morning
of a portland/san diego mashup
touching my head and realizing i’m not
wearing a helmet on and i consider heading back to grab one
but i’m already 15 minutes out which would make me late
for the train that goes to canada (which is still a bit of a mystery
because i don’t know where it originates and where it terminates)
which means i’d miss getting the job
and then i hear myself say
well shit, this is a dream, you can give yourself a helmet,
you just have to will it
and sure enough
i will a helmet onto my head
and carry forth realizing the lights aren’t onĀ
so i search for the switch to illuminate my way
while wondering
if i’ll get to wear one of those cool blue hats
on the train at my new job
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one hand in my raincoat pocket
the other wrapped around a pint jar
filled with chives just clipped
from the plot
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the sound that the side of the house makes in the wind
something similar to floorboards creaking
under someone’s weight as they walk across