superbadgirl | I forgot to ask the question

So my dream was very odd and told me nothing.

I was in Chicago and needed to get to Philadelphia, and the only way to get there was by train, via Detroit. My younger sister was with me at the station. We were late, except we weren't because we stood there waiting with our suitcase. And then we were late again, running to hop on. We left the suitcase outside. I watched it sit there as the train started to pull out of the station.

No worries, though, because the couple in seats behind us nudged me and pointed below their seat. They were both very cute and well dressed. I liked them instantly. The younger guy said they found our suitcase for us. My sis and I wanted to make sure, so we opened it up right there. This was a luxury train. We were in first class. Tons of room. We unzipped the suitcase, lifted back several inexplicable flaps and then saw a red dress, which was mine. I put it on and had a glass of wine.

The train stopped and we got off. My sister disappeared, like *poof* from the dream and I was back in Chicago. With Sam Winchester. It was winter and very cold and I now wore a celery green silk dress and flimsy shoes.

"Brr, I'm cold," I said.
"That's what you get," he said. "Now come on, we should go."
"Ah, chivalry," I said, laughing.

We walked, hand in hand. It was difficult for me to keep up, because of icy sidewalks, bad shoes and the fact the guy's over a foot taller than I am. I wished he would give me his jacket. Wind blew at us, and it was noisy.

"I love Chicago, but I hate Chicago," I said.
"Why?" he said.
"The wind. The noise. The streets are so wide and straight and stark and everything just cuts into a person."
"I suppose that's true."

And we started running for some reason. Sam thought we should, and I trusted his instinct. I did not have a problem keeping up this time, though I was still wearing my little strappy shoes. We came upon an old box car. It was probably actually just a freight container. Sam intently broke into it and we went in, found it was full of ash. That was when I figured out something was after us, because I heard it clanging against the metal sides of the container. We left it, no longer safe there.

We ran into a crowd. There was a pool. We dove in, and I panicked. I cannot swim. Sam lifted me out again. I do not look good wet and bedraggled. Sam, though, can really pull that look off.

People took photos of us, which we both shied away from. Sam's a wanted man, after all, and I just hate having my picture taken. We ran.

I woke up before I could figure out what was chasing us, and wondered where my suitcase was.