A vivid dream of a man who looked a lot like me trying to slow the progress of a runaway steam locomotive which was slowly gathering speed down a hill.
The man, who was holding onto a rope and attempting to dig his heels in, was having no effect.
He let go the rope as several hundred tons of loco sped off down the hill derailing at the first bend.
It then continued through a field of raspberry canes heading towards an isolated bungalow with conservatory attached.
The train ploughed straight through the sun lounge before coming to rest down near the river Tay.
"That'll be a job getting that back on track" I comment.
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Surely a premonition to the ladders and ropes? Trying to save something 'fragile' with ropes?
Of course from a modern perspective of dream analysis I am not only the Locomotive but the splintered conservatory. as well as both people, it's conceivable that I was also a field of raspberry canes and the river Tay.
Late night snack of strong cheese again? How observant of you to notice they were rasps and that it was a steam train.
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