Trains, Again.

              I dreamed again of trains. This time I was sitting up on the observation deck, looking out over a vast blue-green forest full of dark purple shadows. Some of which were moving under their own power and not cast by any visible creature. As the car clicked and rocked along the rails I was so startled to be on the rails again that I didn't bother to notice any sort of plot or character. There was only the clicking, the rocking and the seemingly endless forest on either side of the rails. Oh, and me thinking, “I'm dreaming of trains again.”