So I had this dream like yeaaaars ago! Maybe when I was like 10? or 11? But I remember it pretty vividly (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
Okay so it goes like this!
I'm walking with my mother, who's dressed in a thick winter jacket that goes down to her ankles while she just pulls me along at a train station. It's dark, nobody else this there and I'm tired.
She tries to keep me awake while we step from from the platform onto the tracks, where we start walking along them into the tunnel entry. On the other side there was a huge football field sized space, with the walls surrounding it. With more of these tunnels all around the walls, and in the middle like far away there is a small old train compartment just standing there, no tracks or anything.
We walk over and I'm on the verge of nodding off. Once we make it to the compartment an older man opens it and greets my mother like they're old firends, which she says they are.
I don't exactly remember what he looked like, just that he had a collection of petrified food. Like frozen in time type food, probably encased in resin. In a small vanity at the very back of the compartment. He tells me to take a closer look of them, he seems rather proud. So I pick up one thats a fried egg and the moment i do it starts to rot. So I set it down instantly while the man starts to panic, he instead sends me to a small confessionary sized part of the compartment where he says his wife is making dinner.
So I look up, see a plaque at the top of the door and can actually read it. I don't remember what it was exactly but remember that when I woke up I searched it up and it was a real word.
I squeeze into the small room and start to help the lady make food. And that's where I always woke up, I had this dream around 3 times? I know it's not exactly detailed but pls tell meeee!
Thank uuuu!
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