I dreamt that my aunt Aurora came to visit me in England. She died almost a decade before I moved there, but such trifles do not matter in dreams. After a visit to some family friends, we took a train home. If I remember correctly, we were returning to London from Oxford. She was quite tired by the time we boarded the train, and so she decided to sit in the back even though I was urging her to come to the front, where it would be easier for us to get out of the station on our arrival. At some point I walked to the bar in front of the train, which stopped at a midway station for a few minutes. But then I realized several carriages in the back remained at the station. Somehow I missed this important bit when we were boarding. My aunt was stuck in the middle of nowhere without a word of English. The rest of my dream was spent in feverish search of a phone. I needed to call the train station and explain to someone responsible for such things what had happened. I was thinking through everything I would say: how my aunt could be recognized, what she should be told in simplest words and signs, where I would be waiting for her at our destination, and so on. By the time I woke up I had the whole thing planned out in quite some detail, but I could not find the phone anywhere on the train. And aunt Aurora’s plight was making me ever more upset.