it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

i have no idea what it is with me and international dreams lately. i had another one where i was stranded in france. maybe it's because of my world affairs class, who knows. anyway, i'll try to recount the dream as best as i can.

it started at some place called son pierre, yes- my mind even made names for the places which i can bet aren't even real. it was just a house and there were people my age there getting high and getting wasted. it also doubled as a sex shop where people rated products. i was extremely uncomfortable, needless to say. someone approached me and asked if i wanted to leave on his motorcycle and i, for some reason, said yes. so i got on the motorcycle behind said creepy man and off we went. we rode over really terrible terrain and i could feel my heart pounding even when i was asleep. we got to a huge building, a stadium looking thing really, and he said to get off. i did and walked into the huge structure in front of me. it was an airport and train station in one building. this is where it gets even more ridiculous.

i found out that a certain train goes from france to new york. absolutely impossible, but it happened in my head. i asked around and gathered that the train i needed to look for was 5W. yes, the 5 West line which was color coded in yellow. i had to wait hours upon hours until the 5W came and i got on. about 20 minutes into the ride, the engineer stopped the train and said something in french. we waited for another half hour and then the doors opened in a dark tunnel. i got out of the train, with my bags which were actually just shoe boxes- i apparently used show boxes as luggage- and walked down the tracks until i hit an opening and walked up to find a street. i knew i was fucked. i had no pants on at this point and had no idea where i was. i decided to turn around and walk back down the tracks. there were live trains speeding by me and i was not phased by this in the least. i got back to the station and cried and cried and asked anyone if they knew how to get on the next 5W. a man came up to me and was way too nice in a creepy way and gave me a plane ticket. he told me to say my name was memmed ozio and get on the plane. the man looked a lot like denis leary. anyway, i took the ticket but never got on board. i kept crying and then a priest came up to me because in this station, they have late night masses. odd. he asked me what was wrong and i told him. he said if i let him do disgusting things to me, he would get a 5W right away. i said alright and he first got the train, so i bolted for the 5W without getting raped by a priest. i sat down with my shoe boxes and then i woke up. i have sick, twisted, and deranged brain.