I dreamt of a couple of overweight lesbians who met during their three last years of thesis. In the house where they lived, one of them had filled the cave with some flying objects that were blocking the path using some Minecraft techniques. Due to a recent update that fixed the bugs those objects were exploiting, she could no longer touch any of those objects, so the cave is now completely blocked off.

I remember seeing them walking along the street where a management school is near my place. After seeing someone try to go through some strange security door, they pay some attention to it and notice the door and the whole building are buried multiple meters deep in the ground. This seemed to be volountary or at least managed, since some barrriers were installed on the sidewalks where some pillars were buried.

At that point in the dream, I was being with them, like walking with them, and not some kind of observer like watching a documentary. We find ourselves in a large train station with long platforms surrounded by freight train tracks. The station looks like it is abandoned, and we try to imagine how the construction workers who built this station, during the Renaissance period of French history, were living while working on the station. We were getting inspired by the wagons of a rather old train that was passing by at a low speed. We were notably asking ourselves how they were eating: on a train or on some picnic tables on the platforms?

One of the two women mentioned some sort of “royal table”, a large batch of picnic tables attached to a wagon. My imagination made them appear, attached to the train that was still moving in front of us. I sat down for a second to avoid being sucked into the train by the changes in air pressure from it moving next to us.

I also remember seeing a TGV going through the station on a track that was not on our platform, without stopping, and some kind of “Supertrain”: a large diesel locomotive with the driver cabin located at the center. That one got us impressed because it is rarely seen outside of museums. Finally, I saw some sort of “truck-train”: three or four wagons towed by an american truck on the tracks. The truck saw us and left the rails to make a large half turn, then tried to run us over multiple times. We did not panic or react at all, and there were no honking sounds.