I was in the driveway today, sawing boards with my Skil saw, and something about the four-by-fours I was using reminded me of a dream I'd had. But I haven't managed to recall anything about it beyond that vague feeling.

The dream that I do remember was about riding on a train. It seemed to be one of those R-bahn type things which I was taking to, like, get to my next destination.

But things morphed a bit. I got off the train, maybe because it had arrived at my destination, or maybe I was just tired of riding it and decided this would be a good stop for me to get off at. The train was being pulled (or maybe pushed!) by a pickup truck driven by a white-bearded Indian man, who I chatted with briefly, maybe to compliment him on his piloting skills. The 'train' was a very janky-looking string of wooden cars suspended under a bunch of balloons.