A series of short dreams...

A series of dreams.
On a train with several people who are apparently friends. We're riding in one of the cars near the end of the train. Another train, or vehicle of some kind, is following behind us on the tracks. One of my companions, a young man, suggests that we uncouple some of the train cars so that they will crash into the followers. His face has a kind of mischevious or even mean-spirited expression. The cars are uncoupled and they crash into the following cars.

In a restaurant/night club. Low lighting, rough walls, many small round tables, some people. With a group of people I have entered the room, walking down a short flight of wooden steps. One of the people I'm with tells the group that the Rolling Stones first played together in this club. We are all thrilled and look around in vain to see if they might drop in tonight.

In a hospital. I've got an incurable disease and the doctors have decided to put me out of my misery. I'm being led down a green hall, wearing a hospital gown, to a small room where the mercy killing will take place. I'm reluctant to enter and feel great sadness that my life is about to be over.

In the museum. I walk down a hallway, which is dark and narrow. Doors open from the hallway and people talk in the doorways and sometimes crowd the hall. Everyone seems taller than me. I walk to another corridor which is separate from the rest of the building and enter. It contains a tall set of wooden steps that lead to my office. There are two or three college age people coming and going in the corridor, and one man, older than the rest, walks through a doorway to return to the other corridor. He is very tall, mostly bald. He bumps his head on the lintel without seeming to notice. I start up the stairs but they get rickety as I climb. Near the top I see that in order to get to my office I will have to leap across an empty space and twist around to land in my office. I feel dizzy and the stairs start to come loose from their moorings in the wall. I'm too frightened to leap. One of the students at the foot of the stairs, a young woman with short dark hair, looks up at me and asks if I'm still disoriented. She is apparently referring to some earlier problem I'd had. I wake in distress.