I dreamt of Eddie Munson from Stranger Things, again. I was younger in the dream and when we met it was love at first sight, but we kept it on the down-low. I had met him at a friend's on a summer afternoon. I can't recall all of the details from the first meeting or thereafter, perhaps just his beautiful smile, some picnics and chats, but we were friends for awhile before we ended up on a train together. I was late boarding the train, and a woman working on it wanted to toss me off because I could not find my ticket. I know I had a lost ticket, in my purse, because there was a picture of my brother and I having lunch in a garden, shooting the bird, on it. She said she would have to see my passport, and I told her I had one but was thinking it was expired. Anyways, without the ticket the woman with the short brown hair in the cranberry vest plopped me on a metal bench with painted Pennsylvania Dutch like flowers at the front of the train. I was alone when Eddie joined me. We were kissing and professing our love. Somehow we ended up in the back of a dining car, in a wait station where the waiters would fetch utensils, coffee, and drinks. We were talking about something on the train when I woke. What a great 4/20 dream.
