I had a dream that took place in a historical setting, and I was a young african slave boy. My mom and sister were afraid of white people, but I didn't really care, and they were not that mean to me, at least from what I sensed in my dream. I am aboard a train, and I got curious, so I escaped from my quarters and went to the caboose, then the train hit some sort of bump, and the caboose of the train came loose from the rest of the cars being left alone on the tracks. I wanted to go catch up with the train but I thought I would get beat and blamed for the accident, so I got out but I was too afraid to walk on land, so I got in the river, even though I couldn't really swim. I don't know If I drowned our not, It seemed as thought the river got pretty violent eventually.
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