Syn's blog: "My random dreams"

I was outside an old house I had lived in long ago, it was late at night and it was snowing. Instead of having a sidewalk, there were train tracks. So there I was bundled up in my snowsuit, trying to clear the snow off the tracks. Someone was helping me but then stopped. I continued on. At the one end of the tracks was a tunnel. The tunnel had a garage door for some odd reason. As I neared the tunnel I started to get exhausted or possibly fed up with clearing the snow and decide to stop. As I stepped off of the tracks and made my way toward my front porch I hear the sound of a muffled rumbling thru the thick hood of my snowsuit. I walk up onto my porch and turn around to see a train roll through at a slow but unstoppable pace. Suddenly, some of the boxcars start to fishtail on the tracks and become unstable. As the seconds went by the cars started to derail and smash into the parked vehicles along the street. My father's truck, which was actually an ex employer's red dually, got plowed into and pushed into the front yard along with many other cars behind it. My car was parked near the entrance of the tunnel and I was trying to locate it through the mayhem that was still ongoing with endless boxcars steaming through. One boxcar made a virtual righthand turn into the driveway seperating my house and the neighbor to the right. I run to that end of the porch and look between the houses to see that this boxcar had paved a path downhill through yards and fences headed towards the busy boulevard some several blocks away where there was already total hysteria going on. I watched this runaway boxcar plow right into a moving vehicle and saw the driver being thrown through the windshield and tumbling like a limp ragdoll on the pavement. Glass, car parts , people and small engine fires filled the scene. Even though I was atleast a half mile away I could still hear the sounds of the horrific collisions, glass shattering, the screaming, women crying and people fighting with others because their loved ones and dearly departed were being stepped on or ran over in the midst of all this chaos.