Dream last night...

A surreal, wild-west version of 5th street at Willamette. The street is dusty. It's as if a tornado has just blown through - no, it is blowing through. Holding on for dear life. Shit is blowing everywhere. Things calm down. I walk over to the train station - it looks like a post-apocolyptic heap of trash, but it's nicely overgrown with vegetation. Inside the train station, a group of kids and adults are hanging out. The kids are playing video games on an ancient TV set. Everyone seems resigned, yet content.