I dreamed I was a train conductor with no tracks

I was standing on a platform made of old cassette tapes, holding a whistle that only played the first note of 'Bohemian Rhapsody' over and over. No trains came. The air smelled like burnt vinyl and wet concrete. I kept checking my watch—no hands, just a blank face. Then I realised I wasn’t waiting for a train. I was the train. And the rails were in my shoulders.