Mike and Johnny were over. They had to leave and Mike asked if he could take my car to the train station. I said sure even though his car was at my house too. Right after he left I realized..."what the fuck - why did he take my car?" The train station wasn't very far away. I ran to catch up. Right when I got there the train was just about to pull out of the station. It was an old black choo choo - like a miniature version. I jumped on and sat next to Mike. I figured I would get off at the next stop. I asked around what the next stop was but everyone around me was quiet and didn't really answer. I found out that it was an express train to New York. Shit! I couldn't get off. My environment seemed to change so that I was still in the train but now it was more like I was on an amusement park ride - I wasn't necessarily in a cabin but more of a single seat. I could view what I was approaching right in front of me. The train is going along on the tracks over a cool bridge. I could see nothing underneath the bridge. We traveled on a straight strip of track and I saw a handicapped person either on crutches or a wheelchair in the middle of the tracks. We were about to hit him but the train swerved right around him and off the tracks.  From then on we were on a road going through another state. The trees were bright yellow with foliage. The road became very swerving and hilly much like a rollercoaster. I felt my stomach jumping as the train dipped and swerved in the dips and bumps. Then we are on straight ground - going through a really close tunnel of yellow leaves with sunlight pouring through the branches in rays. We're headed right toward a closed door all decorated with strings of rubber ducks. Close and closer - about to smash into the door. Right when we are about to hit - it jerks open and we move into the hallway of a house. I can hear a little girl pissing on a potty throught the cracked open door of the bathroom. There are small orange pylon cones on the linoleum floor of the hallway. i guess that these are there as markers so that the little girl doesn't walk in the way of the trains. The train at this point is pretty much not a train anymore but I have the feeling that I'm on a moving chair sort of like a ride through the 'Haunted House' at Disneyland that I went on when I was about 3. Down the hallway towards the open kitchen door, the chair jerks and turns down a small hallway toward a closed narrow door. Once again the door opens just as reach it and it is a bathroom. I think to myself how awful it must be to live in this house and what a pain it would be to have commuter trains passing though your bathroom when you're trying to get ready in the morning. Not to mention taking a shower or going to the bathroom. I find out that the train is actually going to make a stop in the house so I decide to get off rather than continue to New York. So there I am, in the entryway of this suburban house. A girl walks in. Some parents ask her "Where's Marcia?". "I dont know - she's gone out" says the girl. I go out the front door. There, on the lawn, are about 4-5 big black cars - chunky ones - Mercedes, BMW's with tinted windows. In the street there is a moving van. There is a family of Italians all dressed in black walking up the front steps and mulling around. I remember them from the train. They had been really quiet and took up a lot of the cabin. It appears as if they are about to move in to this house although I dont think the people inside are aware of this.  Different tangent: I am sending a package of things to Kenya. i am trying to pack the stuff in one of my mothers klong jars. But I realize that this doesn't make sense because it is so heavy to send and plus it's my mom's plant potter.  My mom, dad, and I go shopping to the mall to buy plastic storage containers for packing. In the mall entrance, there is nothing around but stairwells going down. The entryway is very bare. I look down the stairwells but don't see any stores or even people. My mom directs us to the right stair case. At the bottom there is a sign painted on the wall and an arrow "Shopping - 6 minutes". We walk down this empty underground hallway for a long time. Finally stores. I buy a plastic bin and a bikini. There is an exit from the mall to a beach. The actual shoreline however is only about 10 feet across and lined up for miles is a single row of fold-up beach chairs. All the chairs are occupied with people. We get some though. The water is very stagnant - no waves and only a few people are swimming. I catch a glimpse of my mother opening a freezer on the beach and pulling out 3 large clear garbage bags of frozen raviolis - one meat, one vegetable and one sausage. I comment to the girl next to me that I highly recommend the ravioli - they're very good. My sister keeps on making fun of my new bikini. The elastic is all stretched and the bottom keeps going up my ass. [Mike and Johnny = friends]