you're waiting for a train

[pointedlook]

A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. Yet it doesn't matter...

...why doesn't it matter?

The riddle rings around in your head as you wake up, jolting from your sleep as though you've fallen through the sky in a dream, the ground rushing to greet you. On the table to your side is a matte silver briefcase, innocuous and full of possibility.

( Welcome to the dreamshare business. )