I was hanging out in Huy's new Berkeley apartment today, when I picked up an old Newsweek. According to its headlining article, 64% of Americans have dreamt of missing a train. It may be the 4th most frequently occuring dream, but that's the first on my list of recurring ones.

Every 2 weeks or so, since sophomore year of high school, I've had the same repeating dream:

I roll out of bed alone, look out my small apartment window, slowly get dressed, wave a cab down, quietly on my way to work, then suddenly tell him to drive to the train station, I jump out of the cab, with briefcase/leather bag in hand, chasing a train (similar to Amtrack) in the pouring rain. Drop the briefcase, jump on the moving train's emergency exit, thrust the door open, run down the aisles very clumsily in my soaking blouse, thrust open a door to a passenger compartment, look at the man sitting in front of me surrounded by strange women in business suits, he says "Christine?...", then I say something menial (i.e. "umm... nevermind"), he's confused, then I close their door, turn around, get off the next stop, and head back home in the clear skies.

After analyzing this for many years, I know what this all means. I'm just not gonna say it here in writing.