When I became aware that I was dreaming I was riding on a 19th century locomotive. Everything was scarlet and trimmed in gold. The insides of the passenger cars had wood panelling on the walls. Looking out of one of the windows I saw there was another train pacing my train so I ran to the nearest door between cars. The challenger train was smaller but just as ornate as my vehicle and I saw the tattooed and pierced attention whore from my job waving at me.

I leapt off the train for her train. Funny thing is that the tattooed and pierced attention whore from work had very few or no tattoos or alterations. Her bangs and the edges of her hair were dyed a hot pink. "You know I'm sorry if I was an asshole to you." She laughed and said, "That's alright. You weren't being an asshole. You were being a whiney baby who did nothing but cry and bitch until you got what you wanted and went to sleep."

We pulled into the station and I made my way back home. Now I was somewhere urban in the northeastern area of the Republic of the United States of America. Eventually I wind up in Brooklyn outside of an Italian diner. Yeah it's a diner that exclusively serves Italian food and stuff that people out west consider to be Italian food. If you want to find it in waking life, go to 3797 39th Street in Brooklyn, NY. Reckon it does exist.

The joint's cook, a Greek, was feeling down and out. Even though food wasn't being served the diner was still open well into the night. He went on and on about how he wants to die and asking if I would kill him. Suddenly the door burst open and someone shot the cook twice in the gut. As I ran out he shouted at me not to get any help and how the unseen gunman was an angel. I left him there and started looking for a payphone.

All of a sudden I saw there was a payphone right across the street and it was there the whole time. A voice in the back of my head said "Good roll" making me wonder if I was playing a game. When I picked up the receiver there were tons of people walking around on the street despite the late hour. Now I had a problem because if I called the cops they would trace the call and start questioning the pedestrians who most likely would have seen me. I stood at the payphone for a good fifteen minutes, picking up the receiver then putting it back in its cradle whenever I thought the coast was clear to call for help.

I never got around to making the call and completely lost track of the dream.