These strange dreams but I guess dreams are meant to be strange.
I am on a train. It is one of those old western train, probably a steam engine type of train. I am like a rebel holding one of those revolver gun. There is a glimpse of a young boy asking me if I can shoot a gun. I see clearly of how I flip the round center piece open then loading the run. Maybe one of my past life I am a gunman. Anyway, back to this dream, there are tons of people on this train. The train might as well be full. I get the feeling that I am like their protector. They give me no problem. I walk forward, from the back of the train. There are intruders outside and some at the front. As I walk forward, I took 1-2 of them out. I walk out briefly and took another out. I went back on and walk backward, and took another out. I proceed forward again. Gun battle here and there. Most of them or the rest of them is behind me or at the back of the train now. They chase me forward. I struggle to reload the gun. I am at the front now. People sitting, oblivious to what is going on. I went on the second level, just a couple of step above. The area suddenly went white as in clean white. It is like I just stumble into a portal and into a modern narrow room built with drywall. People around me as well. I try to reload again. But I see different guns. I struggle to reload the plastic type of magazine. Why do I have to load bullets into tray that have to be loaded into a magazine? A powerful woman is right on the other car, connected to my end. She is calmly knitting or pretending to be reading. I sense she is waiting for the others to come. I continue to struggle to load but why is there so many parts all of a sudden. Too late, they all got in and surrounded me. I sense a lot of respect from them. I was given plenty of time to pack my stuff. I pack lots of my yellow posted notes, etc. in fancy shopping bags. I sort out clothing(shirt) that I don't need and only keep what I really need. I was given my punishment or judgment. My term will be years and years but I sense it will be only 3 days. I am now on this corridor. The place is pretty much modern, clean drywall-like environment. To the left of me and above me, there is a show. There are others like me. They'll humiliate me like a naked dog on a leash. I felt that I don't have to do anything. I don't feel it but it is like my body fainted and I fell to the floor. I fell on a pile of goo and breath in it. They all stand there, watching me. I will probably die suffocating in it. Some how I escape. I am outside now and driving. I drove by places but I noticed; 2-3 specific place. They all are from my captives. These places look like open, decorated business, yet suitable for a cool party.
I have many, many kids. They play before me. Close up view, I see a primitive or simple picture/image of me. I see an old but strong face of an old man. He got flowing white hair. His skin is like tan. He is wearing a decorated crown of gems, gold, and silver. Zooming out, he is holding a long upright weapon on his right hand. It look like a polearm or trident/spear. The weapon is probably gold. He is sitting like on a throne but I see no chair or seat. His muscular body is almost transparent tan except for a few strips of white paint-like area. If not for the strips of white, I sense he might as well disappear. I think he is also wearing white clothing or fabric but it could also be his long flowing hair. The picture/image is pastel based color and drawn by simplistic term.
