I had another wonderfully journeylike dream, last night. A pity it took so long to get time to note it* down.
...imagine a restaurant, staffed by a sports team. Seafood speciality, apparently. I pre-ordered my courses in an earlier bit of the dream, the first course being octopus (something I'm sure I woukdn't do in real life, and I'm not really a seafood person), comments being made that this was a bold, if not unwise, choice but I decided I'd go with it anyway. It was realised as something more like a ribbon-pasta dish with cheese sauce, though.
Meanwhile, the sports team (baseball? Not entirely sure...) were responding to questions and reciting anecdotes, although when they shouted over to each other to confirm details none of them seemed to agree with the tale being told, or even know what was being talked about. The feeling was that this team weren't actually as teamlike as they ought to have been, almozt as if they were complete strangers, yet there were no real doubts that they were, either.
Before the next course, a train journey for... reasons. We're in... New Zealand? I make observations that a lot of the surroundings remind me of my home city in the UK, seemingly because emigrants from there helped inspire its development. I also have a map, but the railway has been modified since the map, and apart from occasionally spotting the old track-beds leading into tunnels it was somewhat difficult to keep pace with the changing landmarks.
The terminus (a complicated manoeuvre) swings us round and down a different leg of track to a new restaurant where I am encouraged to order my second course by my companions (the sports team), which I do although I'm worried that my original second course is waiting for me back at the original establishment, as these guys should know...
And the restbdrifts away.
* There were actually several distinct dreams, but I'm going with the longest and most self-consistent one.