Sometimes you wake up and find that you live in the Denver airport.
No wait, that isn't quite right.
Sometimes you wake up and your lungs are collapsing and your head feels like a truck (a real one with a steel frame) and before you fully regain consciousness you're already angry even though you can't remember why.
And then you realize that you live in the Denver airport, and the fucking train is always going around and around like a Matterhorn ride, chiming its little tune at all the stops, and the horse... oh god. The horse.
Oh, man. Really rings a bell. I dream about that train, too. Even though I've never been to the Denver airport, I think it's the same train all the same.
This train of mine looks like a grand ol' steam engine like I used to ride when I was a kid, not because I was urgent to be anywhere but just because I enjoyed the ride and the reliable "chugga chugga, chugga chugga, chugga chugga" but it sounded like "everything is on track. everything is on track" and here's Choo Choo Charlie, shovelling candy into bright heat of the engine "chugga chugga, chugga chugga."
So you get on it, yeah, because you trust Charlie and he'd never let you down but this thing is only a steam engine on the outside. It's a molded plastic imitation around an electric cart and you feel like perhaps you're the victim of a joke because this wasn't how it felt when you were younger. There's a sickening sense of mockery, anyway, or maybe you're feeling sick because of the spicy yellow smoke the engine is belching out over the following cars so you make your way up to the engine to see Charlie and ask him why the train is broken but Charlie got older, like you did, and he hates to break it to you but he's always been accountable to The Company who say feeding candy to a train just isn't practical and we've got to make cuts somewhere and things are tough all over so he's shovelling something else into the furnace. They're old photographs. Even though the train is run by electricity. They're your old photographs of the places you went and the things you smiled about when you were younger and as the train consumes them you start to forget what it was like having that innocent love of everything and you should really be taking your seat. You can get up again when the train reaches your stop, if the train ever stops again.
Chugga chugga, chugga chugga, everything is on track.