Train Of Thought
Entry by: Alobear
15th July 2015
Train Of Thought
The train chugged on.
The driver, a gigantic albino, stood at the controls. There was no sun to hurt his eyes or burn his skin. He focused on the track ahead, his hands resting lightly on the levers in front of him. He stood motionless, directing the train with his thoughts.
Many carriages rattled behind the engine, carrying sleepers to the land of dreams.
The driver made this trip countless times throughout the day and night, collecting people from all over the world, and dropping them off to dream away their hours of sleep. Wherever the train went, sleepers drifted on, and those on their return journey drifted off. The train’s route was never-ending, always circling around to the land of dreams and back again.
The driver himself never tired, and never got off the train to enjoy the dreams for which he provided the transport. He did not know what lay inside the gates of the land of dreams, and he did not wonder. That place was not for him; it was only for his passengers. He never interacted with them; they stayed only within their carriages, and he stayed only within the engine compartment. He had no memory of a time before driving the train, and could not conceive of a time after. There were only the tracks, and the thoughts that propelled the train along them. The driver always knew where the train was needed and when it was time to drop the passengers off at their destination. Nobody ever had to wait for the train to appear, and nobody was kept on it longer than they should be.
The system worked smoothly, with no complaints and no alterations, as it had since people had first learned to dream. Thought had brought the train into being, and thought maintained it in its purpose. The passengers had no conscious awareness of their journey, and the driver had no existence outside his endless role. Each played their part as they were meant to, without effort or confusion. The train never needed repairing and never broke down. It was as reliable as the mind that drove it, providing comfort and security for those that frequented its carriages.
The train chugged on.
The train chugged on.
The driver, a gigantic albino, stood at the controls. There was no sun to hurt his eyes or burn his skin. He focused on the track ahead, his hands resting lightly on the levers in front of him. He stood motionless, directing the train with his thoughts.
Many carriages rattled behind the engine, carrying sleepers to the land of dreams.
The driver made this trip countless times throughout the day and night, collecting people from all over the world, and dropping them off to dream away their hours of sleep. Wherever the train went, sleepers drifted on, and those on their return journey drifted off. The train’s route was never-ending, always circling around to the land of dreams and back again.
The driver himself never tired, and never got off the train to enjoy the dreams for which he provided the transport. He did not know what lay inside the gates of the land of dreams, and he did not wonder. That place was not for him; it was only for his passengers. He never interacted with them; they stayed only within their carriages, and he stayed only within the engine compartment. He had no memory of a time before driving the train, and could not conceive of a time after. There were only the tracks, and the thoughts that propelled the train along them. The driver always knew where the train was needed and when it was time to drop the passengers off at their destination. Nobody ever had to wait for the train to appear, and nobody was kept on it longer than they should be.
The system worked smoothly, with no complaints and no alterations, as it had since people had first learned to dream. Thought had brought the train into being, and thought maintained it in its purpose. The passengers had no conscious awareness of their journey, and the driver had no existence outside his endless role. Each played their part as they were meant to, without effort or confusion. The train never needed repairing and never broke down. It was as reliable as the mind that drove it, providing comfort and security for those that frequented its carriages.
The train chugged on.
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