Night Train with The Chicken Man

Dreamed wildly again with the black Christ chicken man

This time In New York City
in a subterranean and ancient railway that only runs between NY and Chicago.

An intriguing mode of transportation: old black iron, thick like time that struggles; the place seemed to take the color out of life on the surface.

Something like a reverse, wizard -of -oz -end -game -sequence

The train took more time, but cost less.

And I wanted to go go go !
More than I wanted to be with mother

who was somewhere stuck to her dying parents.

and then lucidity ripped through!

a train of thought:
”In waking life they were already dead; they had already passed”

followed by insight,

“ this crisis, this dilemma… it was something else! “

Ah how good waking up! but still in the dream- relieved and the scene went on.

A wise and true friend was there and said about this conflict that was and wasn’t -
you can go go go !
it’s okay to change.