I had an odd dream.
I’m late to the tube station and dash onto a train and sit down, and as it begins to speed down the track I realize that everybody in it is dead. Not like rotting or see-thru or anything, but wearing white and looking the ghosts did in Richard III. The train’s moving really fast and it’s not stopping at the stations, which just go whizzing by. I’m starting to wig out and the ghosts are noticing, which freaks me out even more. I go through the emergency door to the car behind me — something I could never do in real life, because it’s way to dangerous and I’m a wuss — and pretty soon I get to the back and there’s nowhere to go and those creepy ghosts are still coming.