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these songs are giving me Autechre vibes (in an eerie way), especially the Fluttershy´s high-pitched voice and the beats of the second song.

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> My impression is that only she 'needed' to go but I was fine about going with her. 
plot devices in dreams normally don´t make sense. You cann´t tell what´s going on but it keeps going.

> We went by train. She expressed concern about her fears but said she would trust the engineers.
> I slept between here and Seattle but I saw why the trains worried her after that. In an effort to be more direct (note added: actually it was about being more "train like") the tracks made many curlicues, and tight turns, high above Puget Sound. Missing a lot of the ride but I remember the frequent gates where the protective fences would switch from one side of tracks, to the other.To prevent ppl/animals from getting through there was an _extra_ segment of fence between the tracks.
a quite detailed description for those who try to expose their dreams.

> Also, there never was any other passengers on this train) We believed we needed to change trains at the 1st stop in AK
a little unsettling feeling because of this detail right here.

> The gates looked as implausible as ever [curr note: meaning, solid fence covering whole track. But it was understood by physics here, the train had 'permission' to pass through solid matter, but it still put up a lot of friction] but whether due to slower speed or my more forward position I barely felt their passage.
and here it reveals that this moment is when it turns into a plausible story instead of a fully realistic one.
 
> a large, obese horse who didn't want to budge from the tracks. As the train slowly pushed it aside, the horse started shoving me against me with its rump. After it finally gave up and moved, we agreed it had been rude -- the shoving had been uncalled for.
The Last Problem in MLP features more or less this scene intended for comedy. How much did it last before he moved out?

> Spouse was going to walk home out of frustration but I pointed out that in rustic Alaska there would be a bed next to the desk. Finding it, we tried to sleep but were repeatedly awakened by the snoring of the clerk nearby.
one wonders (beyond her understandable frustration) what she was looking for in the first place. Finding an explanation behind her motifs would really boost this drama.

> And back in town I was hassled by a few teenagers and eventually had to shoot one of them with a gun I took from another one to try and get my wallet back. 
> the street tought didn't seem to care about the (not-bleeding) small hole in his shoulder.
out of this entire sequence, sadly I am not picturing the meaning behind this ending as much as I would like to perceive here.