Long confused dreams in which I'm in a long complicated, fruitless quest to recover something I'd lost that I could never find. A long long train journey going through amazing landscapes and during which strange things happen on the train itself, but on arrival the destination is a wasteland, a deserted place of ruins and dust devils. I wake up alone, trying still to get hold of the dream, but it's gone, as is the fate of most dreams; only a longing and a sense of loss remain and I already know that even those will slowly fade and disappear -and it is no comfort to know that.