Dream

So last night I had a very tiring sleep. It felt like I was on the go all night. Here is what I remember.

I was on a train…a train that I have dreamt about being on before. It was an old steam-style train with lots of ornate woodwork. I was sitting in the first car behind the engine car with my family. It was very fancy. I got up and walked down a staircase to the engine room (don’t know why). There was no conductor. I remember seeing a beautiful control panel with lots of dials and brass and above the panel was huge windows. We travelled down hills and around corners… all underground. While still underground we went through tunnels. The openings of the tunnels were surrounded by large carved stones. I thought that Brandon would enjoy seeing the view but just as I was turning around to call to him we pulled up to a station and slowed down. I returned to our car and we got ready to go. Before we could leave our car we had to walk through a lobby area on the train. An older gentleman was talking about the history of the train and the furniture. In the lobby there were a lot of antique chairs, side tables with lamps on them and area rugs…as well as lots of ornate wood trim. It was very opulent. We got off the train onto a station platform which happened to be our hotel lobby. As we got organized a voice on the PA announced an excursion that we all seemed interested in going on but as I looked down to get my bag I noticed that I didn’t have any shoes on. I had no idea where they were or if I had them on at all. I knew I couldn’t on the excursion without shoes. I looked around and saw a pile of shoes on the ground in front of some ladies who were sitting on benches which formed a half circle around the shoes. I walked over and began to look through the shoes hoping that mine might be in there. One of the ladies stood up and said that my feet looked about her size and that I could use her shoes for the excursion. I declined and told her that I couldn’t take her shoes…she might need them. She said that she would only be sitting on the bench and would not have any use for them. I thanked her and as she passed me the first shoe I looked down and my old black Sketchers were on my feet. I felt foolish and surprised. I thanked the lady for the offer but told her that I had found my own shoes. I thanked her again and turned to join my family. As we walked back through the station/lobby I passed two youngish (younger than me) girls who were talking to each other and knocking a very young infant on the top of his head. The baby was making noise. I stopped to mention that they really shouldn’t be knocking the child on the head since babies usually have a soft spot when they are born. The girl who was holding the baby and knocking on his head just laughed and said that he liked it and that he had a tin plate in his head. So she showed me how when she knocked on the back of his head he cried and when she knocked on the top of his head he laughed. I thought this was still very strange but turned to find my family. As I looked I met eyes with another lady with a big hat and she just shrugged….I woke up.

Any thoughts on meaning?