and I was a passenger along with others. We were fleeing some situation and relieved to be getting clear of the past. The subway was a train and it ran above ground and outside the windows was beautiful greenery in full summer. It's really nice up here, I thought. The driver was only a few seats ahead of me and I could see that we were reaching the end of the line. The mood changed as we slowed to the end of the track. There was a mountain wall. The driver was concerned and said "This isn't good" and I knew he was thinking we were going to have to turn back. He stepped out, closed the door and when he walked on the gravel I looked to the ground and could see a severed head, a finger, and other fleshy bits that were probably body parts. The driver pushed a hand aside using a long stick and then looked up alarmed - he heard something threatening approaching but the train started rolling backward. He looked at me panic'd and I went to the drivers seat to stop the train but there was no brake. Faster and faster we went backwards abandonning the driver to some horror, the train going so fast we were surely going to crash. I pulled up on the steering and the brakes engaged. The train screeched to a stop and fell over. I could hear the other passengers screaming and while I knew everyone was okay now, we were going to have to leave the train and face whatever horrible predator awaited us outside.

Not quite the refreshing dream I was hoping for-