I've had a few dreams in the past that seemed somewhat prophetic, but I've had some weird ones lately. My fatigue hit yesterday, and I laid down around noon. The plan was to nap for a few hours at least, so I'd have the energy to call my mom later in the day. I rarely recall long strings of events in my dreams, but will often vividly recall a few shorter pieces upon waking, then promptly forget them, unless they particularly stand out to me. The part I recall from yesterday's dream was that I was in a vehicle, parked in a tight little odd-shaped spot, so I knew I was back home, since parking spots here are big and rectangular. It was the last spot at a train station, right next to open tracks. I had to turn the wheel sharply due to the odd shape of the parking spot. The car hit some loose gravel, spun out of control, hit the tracks and got stuck, which is when I heard the whistle of the approaching train. Just then, as I was struggling to get the car off the tracks, with the train approaching, some jerk drove by revving his motorcycle, and I woke up. Grrr. This was before I read the news about the train crash over in the Eastern U.S., so I know that's not what prompted the dream.