Tickets please

The train jolts to a stop abruptly catapulting me awake from a dream. Rubbing my tired eyes, confused and slightly annoyed that such a jolt needed to happen. But all the while I realized I never remembered entering this train. In a small panic I start looking around for familiar faces, and then out the window for familar spaces.

Nothing.

Looking at my hands, do I remember my name?

Okay yes, I remember my name, and these are my hands.

Going through all the possibilities of how I got here and where I am headed. I get up to try and find the bathroom, maybe if i explore this train I will find something that sparks my memory before I start asking people and look crazy.

The train is nice. Green velvet seats, dark mahogeny wood with wooden carved embellishments all around. There's men and women who are walking carts down the aisle offering drinks to all the guests. I start to feel safe seeing the workers of the train and the nice decor.

However, I then realize they are speaking french. But how weird, I don't remember knowing french. Yet somehow I understand. This is getting stranger by the minute, if there even is such thing here...minutes. I ponder.

Still trying to find the bathroom, questioning if I can speak in french as I think about asking for help to find it. Since I feel lost enough and I'm realizing I actually really do have to use the restroom.

I notice the train start to move again. Weird that I'm not panicing I think to myself at that moment but instead I'm now speaking in french to one of the train helpers as they point me in the direction of the restroom.

I close the door of the restroom in relief, I made it. Phew. What a strange journey. I look in the mirror thinking about what a strange outfit I have on, like who in God's name chose this shirt with a collar, most certaintly not me.

I feel like my mother is up to all of this and I just still can't remember because I was sleeping so deeply. That must be it.

At this point its starting to feel easier to make up reasons as to why I am here in this weird outfit speaking french on a train I don't remember getting on, than continue to keep questioning why I have amnesia.

So I complete my bathroom needs, wash my hands and start heading back to my seat. I look out the window and see Desert, how strange I thought we were just in the forest. And we are speaking french, but then there is desert. I dont remember there being a Desert anywhere near France.

Finally making it back to my seat, and still blaming my mother for all this nonense. I make eye contact with the woman across from me so I decide to ask, "Can you remind me where we are headed, I must've hit my head while asleep and I can't seem to think straight."

She smiles with a sparkle in her eye, "We are headed to the fantasy of your dreams" she winks and laughs and goes back to reading.

The train starts speeding up, gaining more and more traction as if its about to lift off into the sky. I grip the sides of my seat. Feeling like somebody is about to say, "get ready for a bumpy ride!"

The train literally starts to lift up from the railroad tracks as the ground starts to disappear and we enter the world full of stars. I feel like I could grab one, I mean at this point maybe I really could grab one. However, I feel safer holding on for dear life right now. So I continue gripping.

And I mean seriously this whole thing has been weird, but you're never going to believe what happens next...

Everybody on the train starts to grow wings. Not just any wings. Like everybody's wings seemed to fit them perfectly, the color, the shape. No set of wings were the same. They all start to get ready, for something I wasn't quite sure what yet.

And then I look back, and I have wings too. My wings are Black with bright luminescent blue designs on them. Like those butterflies you see.

Wow so maybe I weirdly did choose this outfit, because I most defineitly chose these wings.

Then there's a loud speaker, "Tickets please"

I get nervous, I don't know about the tickets, where would my ticket be. Man, what it's like to live with a lost mind.

Then I notice the lady with a twinkle in her eye across from me look up and point to my pocket, phew there it is.

The ticket says, "welcome to your wildest dreams"

and here comes a little fairy going around and clicking a hole in everybodies ticket.

At this point I most definetly stopped asking questions in my mind, I guess I'm just here for the ride.

"Okay everybody now you know how this goes, on the count of three you'll need to let go."

It's like I was learning how to fly for the first time in my life. Terrified and exhilerated I knew I was going to have to let go of this seat.

"One, Two, Three...."

~JOLT~

And then I feel a big JOLT

a jolt that wakes me up from a dream.

Was that really all a dream within a dream?

I look around, I'm on a train.

I rub my eyes, I swear I was just about to take flight.

I look for the lady across from me... and there she is with a twinkle in her eye- she smiles, a mischevious smile I must say.

I swore, I was just about to fly.

I look back, and I see, I still have my wings.