It wasn't quite like any dream I've ever had.

The tracks fell off into the distance. It was a thick gloom, a heavy dark, some impenetrable doom that lay before me. I shouldn't keep moving forward, but yet, I had too.

In the dream, I actually remembered a dream from the previous day where I was attending the funeral of a man I never met, but people I worked with knew well and loved. He had worked at the same place all his life, but cancer slower ate away at him. I was moving down the line to the casket at the viewing. I'd never met the man before, but I was there to pay my respects. Slowly I'm getting closer. I can hear the sobs and sniffles. I finally reach the end of the coffin and look down over the edge of the lid into it and see that the dead man is in fact me. A woman screams and the dead man's eyes open and look right into my soul.

I shake my head a bit and find that I am still walking down the tracks into the forest. I feel the shifting of the cinders and gravel under my feet. I look down and see I'm wearing nice cowboy boots and I think to myself, "I'm so glad I'm wearing these boots." I look ahead and it feels like I'm walking on hot coals and when I look back down my feet are bare and they are burning on the rocks. I am hopping because of the burning and I step on two railroad spikes that stick up through the bottom of both feet and puncture open the top.

I fall across the tracks and hear a deep laughter echoing up to me from the dark trees. I grab my feet and they are ice cold and there are no wounds. A kind male voice inside my head, but sounding like it's from a walkie-talkie tells me, "Get off this track now! It's not safe at all for you!"

I think maybe a train is coming so I roll off and down the embankment to a stream running under the trestle and I see an old woman sitting by a campfire. She's motioning for me to come over and have some chicken soup. 

"I'm trying to put you on the right track, sweetie. Don't think I'm not. It's all trial and error around here!"