Trains, Planes and Cigarettes

I was on something that resembled an El platform but was to take a train that would take me to the airplane I was to board. In downtown Moline, no less. I waited bymyself at a very early hour for a train to arrive. The tracks were small and I scooted on them, positioning myself Indian-style as I waited for the train. No train came so I went to a terminal. There, a lady told me that there was no 5 50 departure but only a 7 30 and that I wasn't on that flight. I wondered to myself if they did a background check and found that I was not desired on the plane per Patriot Act. Then I noticed that they had a monitor showing various clips of people behaving poorly. I assumed that they were showing these videos to the public to warn against poor behavior while in the air. Then I saw myself on the monitor. I was cussing and my hat was turned backwards. I left immediately and resolved to go get a pack of cigarettes even though I quit.

I did not smoke, not even in my dream.