I dreamed I was standing on a train platform with no tracks. A silver train floated in the air in front of me, humming softly like it was alive. The doors opened without a sound, and I stepped inside. Instead of seats, there were trees growing through the floor, their branches brushing the ceiling. Small lanterns hung from the leaves, glowing warm and gold. As the train began to move, I looked out the window and saw that we were traveling through the ocean, fish swimming past like drifting thoughts. A child sat across from me and handed me a compass. The needle spun wildly, then slowly pointed at my chest. I woke up just as the train began to disappear into light.