A familiar dream.
I go into an underground toy shop with my son and find both my parents sat on a park bench. There are various shops around all selling toys down the ages.
There is one open area where a toy steam engine is runnng around a track in a large room. Sort of has a Christmas atmosphere.
I point the engine out to my son and the engine leaves the track and comes over to us like a pet dog. We stroke the engine and it seems pleased and rolls back onto the track to continue its circumnavigation of the room.
I know that some reality law has been broken but decide that its not too weird and the world carries on.
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