Note: This was a dream of mine. I have this warning here because some visitors have thought my life had just gone to pot, when really they were only reading one of my crazy dreams. :)

My very techy cousin had told us about a new form of energy, and how it could be used. It was called J, and if you believed in it, it would work. I was standing with my father (who was not my father in real life), older step-sister (I don’t have one in RL), cousin, and younger brother (I don’t have one in RL) in a grassy area next to railroad tracks, looking at a ticker that had J102 on it. The number kept going up and up every few seconds. My cousin was going on about how great J was, and my father was listening, but undecided. He didn’t know if he wanted to believe in this new energy, because electricity always worked for him, and J sounded too iffy and illogical. My brother spoke up and said that he thought the whole idea was stupid, and that Dad should just drop the idea.

Suddenly, it was nighttime, and the railroad tracks and us were enclosed inside an old-looking building. The walls were large boards, but they were rotting and falling apart. A train began to come through, and it seemed endless. We saw three cars come driving perpendicular to the train, and when they reached the end of the floor we were standing on, they just kept going, and flew across and onto the train, where the disappeared into it. One of the cars was the Delorian from ‘Back to the Future’. My cousin seemed exuberant, and said the cars used J to get across. Anything that didn’t look possible, he said, used J. My dad decided to get on the train, so he grabbed my little brother’s hand and leapt across. He and my brother flew and landed on the train, but they got separated in mid-air. The dream was suddenly in third-person, and my view was just kind of floating around, watching everyone. The older sister was still standing on the floor, not on the train, looking annoyed that she was forgotten, but she didn’t fly over, because the train had already passed.

The father was alone, and looking for his son. The little brother was surrounded by huge wooden crates on a flatbed part of the train, looking afraid. Suddenly, a huge, colorful bird flew over, and began to talk to him through a digital marquee. The brother was scared at first, but got over it. The bird didn’t know much about the boy at first, but as she stayed near him, she picked up more information just by being nearby. She stated the boys name on the little marquee, then his age, and that she knew how he’d gotten here. She was using J to know all this. She said that when he and his father came onto the train, something bad happened, and that an evil man was trying to get to them. She said that if he wanted to get out safely, along with his father, they would have to use J and pray.

The view was suddenly of an expensive-looking bedroom, all done in gold. It looked like the harem of an ancient king. A woman with black and gold hair was sitting on a bed, looking into a mirror behind the bed. A man came in, and began talking to her roughly, as she was his servant/whore/toadie. The woman wasn’t paying attention, because the mirror’s wooden frame had begun to melt, and drip down. She knew this was a sign that someone she was looking for was nearby, and so she watched the wood intently. Finally, the man got angry that she wasn’t listening to him, and slapped her. She lost focus on the dripping wood, and turned to him, angry herself. She’d lost focus because of the bird and the little brother praying for their safety. She chopped the man’s head off with a broad sword she’d taken from his belt. She took his head by the hair, and went outside the bedroom. She was on the edge of a flatbed of the train, and one of the man’s other servants, a male, came up to her. When he saw what was in her hands, he shrieked. She was annoyed, and called him an idiot.