I’m on a train (again) and I’m depressed… it feels very odd to be depressed in a dream but I know that that is exactly what I am. I am holding a photo album and look around eagerly for someone to share the pictures with. I am not too upset that no one is coming by and I look at each of the photos by myself. I don’t remember if I actually saw anything in the pictures, I recall is as a bunch of blurs but I know it was meaningful to the dream-me.
The conductor calls a stop and I decide to get off of the train. As I step out of the train and onto the platform I am somehow moved into another train. This train is the “platform/station train” and this is quite normal and convenient. There is some sort of circus performance on the track and people are watching and shouting obscene things at the production. The performers are not fazed by it, it might even be part of the show. I feel uncomfortable there and switch cars/platforms to a quieter one.
The new platform is cleaner and more appealing but it is somewhat boring. I decide to look at the photo album again while waiting for the new train. Before I get it out a man walks up to me and starts talking to me. I am mildly attracted to him and this fuels our conversation, he asks to get on the train he is taking… I am offended by the insinuation and ask him leave. He leaves and I want to get to that album again. I start to become afraid that he’s taken it from me as punishment for not accepting his advances. Before I have a chance to see if he had in fact taken it I wake up.