February 16

I am headed to a family gathering that involves my aunt, uncle, and cousins who live in the country (on a farm). A ceremony is taking place in a church where I am to meet them and I am running late. I am with my friend and with a child of about 3 years old. It is unclear whether the child is mine or not. We get to the location and enter the building. Before I go to the ceremony, I have to find a room where I can leave the 3-year-old who has brought a doll baby carriage to play with. I find what looks like a playroom for children that adjoins a kitchen and I wonder if this is a safe place to leave her. It is unclear to me why I choose not to bring the 3-year-old to the ceremony with me. I decide to leave her there. My friend and I continue walking down a long corridor where there are windows. I am distracted since I now realize that this used to be an old railroad station. I wander outside and start telling my friend about how my ancestors first came to this place by train and arrived at this very station. Eventually I peek into the church and decide that the ceremony must be almost over so it’s of no consequence if I don’t go at all. Instead, I wander back outside and gaze at the railroad tracks.