Dreams.

I dreamt that I called an old friend for some reason, someone I used to hang out with in elementary school (we stopped talking later, and he seemed to have moved somewhere). The dream doesn't explain where I got his phone number, but it implies that I knew it all along, even though we hadn't spoken (lol, back then, no one even had cell phones), and he had mine too. So, I called him, and he answered with a very distinct, masculine voice (almost ten years had passed since our last conversation!) and even recognized me – I think I was in his cell phone's contact list. I said or asked something, I don't remember what, and he replied, mentioning his husband in passing. At first, I thought, "Wow, he got married at nineteen," because it didn't immediately register that he was talking about a husband, not a wife. But when it finally clicked, I asked, "Husband?" "Yes, husband. I'm gay." That's how it was! I don't know what country he was living in that allowed him to marry. So, I replied, saying that it was all good, I was a tolerant person, and he shouldn't be embarrassed about it. The next scene in the dream was related to the previous one, but it looked completely different. I was riding in a train (or near it). I knew how the dream should end – the train should derail and crash. I had the feeling that I had just seen this scene before the phone call, which is why I knew the ending. But now, things were a little different: this gay guy and his husband were chasing me and wanted to do something. No, not *that* :3. Most likely, they wanted to kill me or just stop me. My goal was to prevent them from doing that and survive until the moment the train exploded. And then die in it. I imagined his husband in different ways. Actually, I had a choice in how to imagine him, because I was aware that I was in a dream. I wanted to make him a muscular guy, but I thought, "Nah, I don't need a muscular guy; if he finds me, he'll beat me to death." So, I made him just some average guy, slightly shorter than me, with a short haircut, wearing ordinary everyday clothes. I think he was wearing glasses, although I don't remember for sure. In general, it seems like the guys didn't achieve their goals, and I ran away from them, although there wasn't really any kind of ending.