I went to Washington, D.C./Maryland with a coworker, then to New York City. After I got to NYC, I suddenly realised that I hadn’t visited someone in D.C. I normally would have seen, and this upset me because I didn’t remember why — if I had forgotten him, or if he’d ignored me.
Once in NYC, the coworker and I (and possibly a third person) boarded a train. It went past our senior living community at one point, but all I could see were futuristic parking garages. Everyone else could see it, though, so for some reason it wasn’t visible only to me.
On the train ride back, the train leapt into the air, while my coworker laughed. Apparently, instead of going across a bridge at this point, the train normally jumped up, crossed the span, and landed on the other side (perfectly aligned on the tracks). My coworker knew this beforehand and was amused at my being upset and terrified.
Unfortunately, the train must have veered in mid-air because it didn’t seem to be going right somehow, and I saw a man on the other side indicating to the engineer that he should aim left. The train finally landed, but I never could tell if all the cars had made it.
I got out, and a man bumped into me. I discovered that my purse, which had been tucked under the jacket or sweater I was wearing and therefore should have been secure, was gone. Once again, I started crying and panicking, thinking that my ID and credit cards were gone and, once again, the coworker just laughed himself red in the face at my distress. I was contemplating calling 911 on my cell phone, but thought that they wouldn’t care, either. Then, I felt something in my back, and a voice said, “This could be a finger, or it could be a knife. Do you want to risk it?”
I said, almost angrily, “All I have left is a cell phone, and since I don’t think I want to call 911 you can have it!”
I woke up reluctantly.