This is one of the oddest dreams I have had. It occurred tonight. In fact I got up to write it down. The dream is very disjointed, especially towards the end.
I am on a train. The train for some reason is the last one. Later I am on the train tack in a dry forest. There is no train. So I head along the track. I come to an abrupt end, on a road. The train line is at 90 deg to the road. There is a power line floating above it. But nothing holds up the power line. The road is a dirt road. Further down the road the train line continues. But there is no connection between the two sections apart from the dirt road. We wonder why people do no use cars to drive along the dirt road. There is an image of a car, with a large pantograph off to one side. It drives on the dirt road beside the railway line. It extracts power from the line. A voice says, they do no build roads along railway lines in the USA. So I go back to the railway line. The area is quite dry and the sparse trees are about 4 feet tall.
I wake up for a while, get a drink.
I am on a floating platform. There are two sections. I travel to the other section.
It is a later time on the platform. There is another platform close by. It is the other section. Now detached. On it is a box which says fish eggs. They have been developed by the japanese. The platform which for some reason is like a bridge in idea. But is it made of wood lashed together with rope. There is a large boat on a pendulum. Not unlike the ones at circus grounds. I am with this woman. A japanese princess. Against the instructions, we move the pendulum boat to get to the floating japanese platform. People are trying to stop us. We look like we are going to make it, but we do not. Just a the last moment, a grappling hook is fired from the platform. It grapples our boat and it is hauled to the floating platform. It looks like about 3 meters, but a man on the bridge says 69 meters. With great effort we are hauled onto the floating platform.
On the floating platform, there are bench seats and an isle. We go the the front of an Isle. There is a man who is in charge, but he is lying on the ground in front of the forward most bench seat. There is a control system hooked up to him. Apparently he is being punished by some central computer. After some confusion and analysis of the situation, it is decided to revive him. We check his connection. It is a plastic plug with many connections. It is ok, but still he lies there. Further back we find a small reset button. People are shocked, the life support system was deactivated. They are worried he has been disconnected for too long. We press the reset button. A voice says, H Turn has been dead since 1981.
To the best of my knowledge, I have never known or heard of someone called H Turn.