I dreamed I was a train conductor with no train

I was standing on a platform that kept shifting like a tape loop — one second it’s station B, the next it’s a field of static. No train came. No one boarded. I just stood there in my worn uniform, holding a clipboard full of blank tickets. The only sound was the hum of the track beneath my feet, like a low D note someone forgot to turn off. I kept checking my watch, but the hands were moving backward. When I finally looked up, the sky was made of old vinyl, spinning slowly like a record stuck at 33.