(09/16/39).... remember anything of a train trip). After walking a considerable distance in Detroit I reach a hotel which at first appears to be of only 1 story, but which later proves to have at least 6 stories. I walk along a corridor to the middle of building and her I ask directions of a man, who tells me to keep straight ahead. This I do and presently reach my destination, a room or site, which appears to be empty. Next I am on 6th floor, approaching the elevator shaft which is in the middle of a large room. Entrance to elevator is set on a large marble platform, reached by marble steps. The elevator housing is very ornate -- many designs and decoration, and much gilt paint. I cannot find a button but presently notice an elaborately carved devise hanging to left of elevator door. To the bottom of this is attached a disk on which an arrow is mounted. And evidently the arrow should be turned to a downwardly pointing direction if one wishes to descend. I turn the arrow thus and then notice that there are 2 uniformed attendants waiting near the door. Their duty is to open the door by pushing down on a lever. One of these attendants belongs on a lower floor, but as he is to take the elevator down, he feels that he might as well open the door, even though the regular "door opener" for this floor is on hand. Presently one of the attendants opens the door, but I apparently did not enter car. Next I am driving an auto to some distant section of Detroit. An acquaintance, in another car (a large, black sedan) follows me. He has one or 2 passengers. Then I am driving back towards hotel, with the black sedan following. Not knowing just how to reach the hotel, I detour to let the other car pass me (the driver knows Detroit) at the first opportunity. The road now branches, and I stop undecided which way to go. The black sedan passes me and heads for the right hand branch but then stops and backs up, apparently with the intention of taking the other branch. I back also to give him plenty of room, and a car behind me honks a warning. In some way not clear we reach hotel. I past my car and enter the hotel, though through a different door, and immediately realize I am badly twisted in directions, and feel very doubtful about ever being able to find my car. Next, I find myself in a railroad station, and wish to cross several tracks. The walk is blacked by a big, four-wheeled, passenger engine which seems on the point of leaving, as the engineer high up in the cab window, sits tensely, straining to hear the "go" signal. As nothing happens, I start across the tracks ahead of engine but, on glancing to my left, see 2 autos, close at hand, and moving at high speed. I hurriedly step back to the safety of the platform. Soon thereafter the passenger engine starts.