Hi everybody! This is literally a reconstruction of a dream I had last night. As such, things such as cause-and-effect might be a bit distorted from the way you'd find them in your lowly day-to-day lives. Be prepared for the word 'inexplicable' to pop up a lot.

I've never been to New York. If you ask me, I'll tell you I'm from Chicago, but that is also a bit generous. For the majority of my life I've lived in a place rather far from it, and my address has only been located within the city limits for about two months.

Nevertheless, I find the idea of massive cities really interesting. There's just something about massive pieces of infrastructure, you know, giant concrete monoliths of the past, that really kind of gets me going. Also, I love the idea of being able to get physically lost in a place. Obviously in reality it's not so pleasant, but I think the popularity of "castaway narratives" in media means I'm probably not alone. Right? By the way, if you haven't already, you should totally read From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. It's one of my favorite books written about a place I know very little about.

Anyway, so, as I hope you've guessed now, this latest dream takes place in New York, or at least, some version of it that sprang fully-formed from the mind of someone who's never stepped foot in that part of the country. In the dream, I was there on a band trip. I have no idea what we were going to be doing there, but that's rather ancillary. But the fact that it was a band trip feels worth mentioning, even though lots of the trips I've taken have been band trips.

Our setting more precisely is... well, it's the "subway system" but it's definitely not like any real transit system ever. Throughout this dream it sort of metamorphosed between some sort of train-like conveyance with small carriages decorated with rosewood and gold, and then later on when things got weirder it was an honest-to-goodness mine cart. The other thing is that in the dream I remember getting on the "Loves Park line". That's a town in Chicagoland; I've been there. But for the purposes of this dream, Loves Park is now in New York. Where? I couldn't say. Maybe White Plains? Is that reasonably close to the city? Well, whatever, I've always thought that was just about the most boring name for a town, so it's gone now.

So anyways, I'm on this train, right?