My dream last night:
It was like the 1950's (I was born in 1956) and I was in the town I grew in. I was trying to go home and went to the regular train station and got on one of the cars heading out. At the next small town I was told that I was going the wrong direction, so I got off, walked about 1/4 of a block to the train platform going the other direction. We were there for about 7 hours waiting for the train to leave the station. I don't know what the delay was, but there were about 10 other people in the dream waiting with me. The dream was in Black and White and had the feel that it was during a war-period. Piles of rubble here and their and rising smoke from some buildings.
This whole time I had the anxiety of not being able to get home, no matter what.
This was a real dream Nells.