I had a dream I went on some highschool reunion trip to india.
Some of my old friends were there.
Don't remember the plane ride, but I remember we got there and got on this sketchy crowded train and me and my friends had to sit at an open end at the front (no engine car, apparently) and I kept slipping and didn't have much to hold on too.
I was surprisingly calm about the fact that I might just fall off and die, but certainly scared.
Eventually some seats cleared up and I walked around the train a bit. Unlike any normal train I've been on, this was thin steel walls like a cargo train with a row of dingy seats against the walls and 4 rows up the middle.
Don't remember what we talked about.
Most of the surroundings were slums and I figured we were taking the train to somewhere with temples or something worth looking at as I was questioning why the fuck they would take us to india
Got to this big shopping center area which still looked like shit and we were told we had like, an hour to check it out before the train left
I decided to get Indian food in this giant mall, which further proves to me that most of your judgment and self preservation goes out of the window in your dreams.
Started looking at one food place's menu and some guy came to take my order, so I told him I was going to look around more (I wanted something exceptionally stereotypical of indian slop) and he gave me some "okay, but this is my favorite place and that place over there made me sick once" spiel trying to get me to stay.
I did a quick inventory of how much money I was willing to spend on the trip, went to find my group, and then woke up
Grim dream. India seems like it sucks and now I have no need to visit it.