Dream CXLV

I decided to take my mother downtown to the opening of a new crafts gallery store.  We decided to take the train, which was made up of a series of cars with varying decors, each of which subtly changed over the course of a journey.  You could walk from car to car during the journey.

The car we began with had small reliefs in the wall showing various kinds of small, household objects--telephones, hand drills, other office supplies.  As you walked from one end of the car to the other, the designs changed as the displays advanced in time through the years.  I pointed out to my mother how the variants were sometimes subtle, other times like puns.

"Like puns?" she asked.

"Puns are a kind of variant," I said.

Behind her, a drunk old man had been sometimes touching her neck.  She shrugged him off, but finally he kissed her.  I stood up to get rid of him, but he fell to the floor in a stupor and was soon deeply asleep.  I took my mother to another car and we watched as the wall reliefs rearranged themselves mechanically.

Before we arrived at the station, bits of bone and teeth began appearing in my mouth.  I looked for a restroom to spit them out, or even a trash can, but I had to wait until the train stopped.  I hurried to the snack bar on the loading ramp and went into their restroom.

When I came out, the short order cook behind the counter said, "'bout time you showed up," and handed me an apron.  I put it on, and he immediately sat at a table with his girlfriend and asked for breakfast.  I gave him some biscuits, and tried to make eggs.  The eggs were runny when I took them off the grill, but by moving the plates back and forth I was able to reduce the amount of water.  Unfortunately I did it too much, and the eggs were barely shreds.  I hurriedly dropped some sausages into the pan in order to make a more complete meal.