This morning I woke up from a weird dream. In the dream I was in India in a place I didn’t know. I put down my important backpack and climbed on a steam train. From the top of the train I was teaching children. The train left suddenly with me on top. When the train stopped, I wanted to take a train back to get my pack. Nobody knew where I came from and there were no more trains going back. I felt desperate.
Then I woke up.
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