dream_train e_o_i I can't seem to catch the train. Whenever it arrives, it's on the other platform and it leaves before I reach it. Then my friend Julia joins me. Another train is coming - they've been arriving every couple of minutes, which gives me both hope and frustration. This time I push my leg muscles so that they groan in the language of exhaustion. I could get on, but Julia's too far away to make it, so I stay back. The doors close. The next time we're luckier. We get in before the doors close, panting. She's to my left. My mom is on my right. We exchange mild surprise at seeing each other and she asks, "This is going west, right?" She wants to get to her swimming class. I look up. Next stop: Lachine. I shake my head. "It's going downtown. Next is Montreal-West and then Vendome, where we get off because Lionel-Groulx is still closed." ... I like how my dream_mind is about 4.2/6 accurate about the stretch of Montreal's Vaudreuil-Hudson line that I frequent. From west to east: Pine Beach (Dorval - did not remember) Lachine Montréal-Ouest Vendôme Lucien-l'Allier (not Lionel-Groulx, that's a different place) 241229 ... epitome of incomprehensibility (Side side note: in real_life, I think it's odd that my cousin Lia still includes ADHD under the autism umbrella, but there's one autistic stereotype I meet: I like trains. Excessively? Maybe not, but I *will* shape my schedule around when the trains leave; they provide more loftiness and comfort than buses. I can be a discount snob in them, staring out the window. Oh yes, and I wanted to include my longer blathernym at least once. 241229 ... e_o_i edits ...in which I close the brackets.) 241229 what's it to you? who go blather from