Dream

*dream from last night*

I'm at a gas station, see 3 younger guys around my age (2 in truck and 1 is buying something inside). I ask the one inside if I can catch a ride back to my home, he agrees. on the way we're all talking; they're from the city (brooklyn i think it was). They decided to come upstate for fun that day and weren't used to the countryside, so I take them on a backroad. Guy proceeds to drive old truck 300mph down a hill, seemingly loses control while laughing maniacally...I close my eyes and accept my death.

Didn't die. He casually brings up talk about offering someone a dollar for a cigarette. I'm quick to exclaim "I have cigarettes!" He was happy about that, so then I proceeded to direct him to Cook Park (for some reason there was heavy road construction on lincoln ave. I don't recall the detour we took).

We arrive at the ampitheater at Cook Park to smoke by the lake. I offer my lit cigarette to him as the other two guys trailed behind us...I then lit another one for myself and realized I gave him a cigarette that I'd already taken puffs off of, I feel bad about that so I offer him a new one. Hand it to him and he throws the new one on the ground saying "I'm OK with this one (the one I was puffing before)," with a big sheepish grin. (That part isn't important but I felt that it was confusing enough to add in. If I were to direct a short film of this it could possibly add a Lynchian subtext).

We're facing the manmade lake of the park, smoking. I turn to see some sort of commie graffiti on the wall behind us and express my disgust. One of the two other guys who has been silent turns to me puzzled; asks why it's so bad / sarcastically takes a jab at fascism. I explain the figures, something along the lines of, "Well it pisses me off. We learn all of this stuff in school about Hitler; killed 6 million jews, right? Nothing is OK about that. 28m of total deaths as a result of fascism. But when we ponder the number of deaths from communist regimes (94M in 20th century), no one gives a fuck about a graffiti hammer and sickle. They care about a swastika but not a hammer and sickle. They don't even know who the fuck Stalin is!!! Who tha fuck is Stalin (I ask jokingly)?"

*during this whole conversation a train can be heard in the background, up until this point where it's abruptly slowing down & coming to a grinding halt on the tracks across the manmade reservoir*

All 4 of us fix our gaze on the train across the lake. Kind of perplexed as to why it stalled and ground to a halt.

The same guy who asked me about communist graffiti looks at me; genuinely asks, "Well who *is* Stalin?"

(obvious joke is that the train was "stallin'" ...it stalled and came to a halt. This is not how it happened in my dream though. I actually made the joke out loud, something along the lines of "that TRAIN is stallin' that's who!" I think it would be better and more impactful if it were symbolized by his last question *fade to black*)

First coherent dream I've had in years.