Train Sewer Bed Frame Bomb, Dreamed 1-12-11

I was riding in a train that didn't really look like one on the inside. There was a large round central room that contained the guts and random equipment of the train. I saw that it was filled with shelves and small squat canisters (maybe 4-5 inches in diameter and 4-5 inches tall).

An evil guy replaced (or changed) one of the canisters. It was glowing yellow with a red digital clock readout on the front. He informed us there was a bomb in it and around the bomb was a gaseous neurotoxin. The evil guy managed to escape.

I was part of a team to get a rid of the canister. Somehow it had fallen into a hole in the train's floor. It rolled along a series of pipes and conduits (like a mini sewer system) down and away from the train. We followed it's location by looking for the glow.

I ended up in a room in my parent's house filled with bed frames. The frames were hollow metal with open ends facing towards the ceiling. The canister had some how gotten stuck in the walls or under the house. We realized it was there because of the bed frames. My digital clock was keeping track of the bomb countdown.

We figured out that the detonation was pressure based. We had to keep it under pressure by holding the top of one of the bed frames shut with the palm of a hand. There were a bunch of people in the room (presumable the other people from the train) watching. I said I needed someone to keep their hand over the frame opening. A little kid wanted to do it and I told him no. Some of the adults got mad at me for 'not being fair.' I got mad at them for not understand the seriousness of the situation. I let the kid try but he wasn't able to plug the hole properly. I took it back from him and let a few other people try.

I don't remember leaving the room but I must have left and returned. When I came back the hole was covered in several different colors of duct tape. The pressure had started to leak out so I tried to fix it with more duct tape. Someone came in and yelled at me for being in that room alone.

The clock started ticking down really fast. I started running and yelling for people to evacuate the house. When I was at the front door I saw that there was a whole bunch of people outside running toward the house. I yelled at them, telling them they were all idiots and they should be running the opposite way. At that point everyone did turn and run away from the house.

When the countdown ended we all fell to the ground (as a result of the release of the neurotoxin). I was only at the end of the property. I looked back and saw a skinny black kid carrying a frail elderly black man on his back out of the front door.