One Train Stop

I am on a train. It is similar to the Hogwarts Express or Polar Express if you wish. Either way it is old and rustic looking. Not many are on the train, just a few familiar faces, some old some new. I look out the window and see these beautiful mountains, all green and topped with snow. The train rounds a bend and all of a sudden the mountains are still peaked but made out of purple crystal. It is almost as if they are made from thunder eggs, ya know once you cut them in half. I am shocked and perplexed at why the mountains look like this but I do not bother to ask anyone why. Then without a blink of an eye the mountains turn in colorful Russian mosques. The train stops and I exit with my peers. A rather plump man approaches me and says " did you pay for this field trip?" I reply with " No sir I did not know this was a field trip and I have no money. He shouts at me telling me I am not allowed back on the train and then i turn and look down the street of the village we have stopped. Everyone is running. A fire breathing dragon rounds the corner and blows hot orange flames down the alley.

I wake up.