dreaming: mirroring life

I was travelling on a train, my lugguage was next to me. I wasn't carrying much: a bag and a suitcase. I was reading a book, I had quite lot of time before getting off at the arrival station. The carriage was cozy and almost empty. I was sitting next to the window, I like feeling the sunshine on my face.
I was looking outside and relaxing at the view of the countryside, when I suddenly recognised two friends of mine, sitting close to the railways. To my surprise the train stopped and I decided to go and greet them. So i got off the train. We did not not chat long, we did not go beyond the usual "how are you" and " long time, isnt it" when the train departed. As soon as I realised what was happening, I shouted at the driver and started to run to catch the train. It was a pointless effort, no one could hear me. When I turned to my friends to ask them for help, they were not there, they seemed to have disappeared.
There was only a railway worker left. Both his appearance and -as I dicovered later on, his personality were filthy.
I struggled to reach the next station: it was far, I was on foot, I had no money. Everything I had was on that train. I was hoping to get to the station before the train would have departed again.
Bad luck was on my side though. When I arrived at the station, the train had already left.
I was desperate, i just wanted to get on that train again, I was determined to do so and felt so hopeless though.
At the station no one was willing to help. They were looking at me as if I deserved it, as if nothing
worth mentioning happened. They were looking at me as you would look at a downside up beetle.

My alarm clock went on and I woke up feeling anger and anxiety.
I have to catch that train. Sooner or later I must to.

PS: I shouldnt have come back (again)