Today I dreamed that my dad and I were driving a car on rails and crashed into a train. The train stopped and we started waiting for the police, but it took a very long time. After 4 hours I got hot and went to the dining car to ask for ice cream. But there was a very angry saleswoman, we argued and started shouting at each other. In the end I decided that I would grow up and become a train driver. 

10 years later

I became a train driver and came to work one day, and on the windshield some girl had hanged herself. They told me something like "just don't touch it, drive, ignore it." I did that, but didn't notice a pole and crashed into it. At first I ended up in heaven, but I got scared and ended up in hell. There, for some reason, there were also sea stars that turned into circles. There I also for some reason bought myself a coloring book about depression and every time I colored a picture I fell into it. In the end I went to a store, told them, "what the hell are you selling this?!", and they said something like you bought it yourself and you're to blame. In the end I somehow gave it to Santa Claus (damn, interesting, what would Santa look like in depression...) and the dream ended. Then there was also like a post‑credits scene where the psychologist of that hanged girl was jumping on a trampoline