Dreams, they are an enigma that has been researched for centuries. We all have them, they can be exciting yet are terrifying prospects. They are a magical place, where our subconscious is unlocked. All the secrets we are too scared to face are unleashed upon ourselves with no defense mechanism to prevent it from happening. We can resist all we want, but in the end we are trapped within ourselves. Forced to look upon our hidden desires and our darkest secrets that in the real world, we are to cowardly to face. Sometimes when I dream, I do not dream of chocolate and rainbows. Instead, I dream of wandering a train yard at midnight beneath a full moon. I am alone and scarcely know why I am here, yet I am here. The trains are all piled up as if this is not a train yard at all, but a train dump where all the unwanted and unused machinery is held. I hear noises beneath the steel and rusted iron and follow the strange groaning and vile stench that is wafting through the air. That is what we are meant to do in our dreams, right? We follow the mysterious noise that could possibly lead to a dangerous encounter and more than probable, my certain demise. Crouching down I get a clearer view through the cavernous hole that is open between two train carriages. I see what I did not want to see. Me. Trapped, The wheels clamping down upon my decaying carcass. Dreams make us confront not only our deepest secrets, but also our fears.