Another strange dream

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I dreamed we were doing a sword show at a festival that was supposed to be away from the city.
There was a train station there and we needed to go from there, down a road, across some tracks, down a dirt path to a field where the festival would be.

At the train station we were given luggage carts to put our stuff on, but had to wheel it out to the site by ourselves.

This was challenging along the road as there wasn’t any kind of sidewalk and we had to watch for traffic.
As we rolled along I saw this big truck come over the hill in front of us, coming right at us. It turned out to be a flatbed truck with a bus on it sideways across the road.
The good news was it was up high enough that it went over us as it passed.

We crossed the railroad tracks again and started down the dirt path. The luggage carts were not designed for dirt roads and didn’t do well.
As we headed down the path, I could see the skyline of Boston in the distance.
“We aren’t that far from the city if I can see the buildings,” I said. “We should have just driven here.”
I could see that it was almost sunset as the setting sun was reflecting of f the buildings in the distance and making them glow with an orange color.

We rolled farther down the path and there was a lake to our left. I saw one of the people from the festival there.
“Weren’t they going to build a hotel by this lake?” I asked. “That would make this a lot easier.”
“The funding fell through,” they said. “But, they took all the stuff from the old hotel and put it by the lake. It’s all still there.”
“Maybe my lost luggage from last year is there!” I said.
I ran down the hill to the edge of the lake where there was a big pile of things.
I started going through it looking for my lost luggage.
The light was going down where the lake was and the water was dark and reflective. I knew if I didn’t find it soon, it would be dark and I’d be out of luck.
Dream ends

I can tell where a lot of this dream comes from.
Some of it clearly involves my driving in towards Boston to pick up someone at a subway station next to a railroad track last Sunday.
But, most of it involves the sword show we do in June at the glass museum in New Jersey.
My wife and I were talking about that show last night as it looks like we may have more folks that we feared come to it. (At one point it was just me and my wife signed up…)

When that show started, it was at a boy scout camp that was in a big field with a dirt road running through it. The place we were wheeling our stuff in the dream was very much like that old site.
Even through the faire has been at the new site for more than 10 years now, I still think of it in conjunction with the old site.
http://phoenixswords.atthefaire.com/galleries/2004/2004_mystic/index.html

There is a hotel by the lake next to the new site where we normally stay. After the show last year we couldn’t find one of our suitcases, and never have found it. (We are both 100% sure it was put in the car. But, we had the godkids with us and things were confused when we got home…)
The new site used to have a miniature train that ran around it that we used to ride the first year we were there. They’ve gotten rid of it, but the station is still there and quite close to where we normally set up our tent.

So, I think this is a New Jersey dream with Boston on the horizon for color…