Subterfuge/train to where?

Two nights of strange dreams...

I'm setting up my autocue stuff for a conference, and the laptop bag with the cables is missing. I can see it in my mind, but I can't find it - so I can't hook my stuff up and it's getting later and later, and I've got that cold sweat going on. Someone's moved the chairs that should have been at the techs' table, and the bags aren't anywhere. I look in the function room, behind a stack of speakers, under the blacks, I can't see them. I have people with me and they're being useless, gossiping and not helping me. I think one of them has hidden it on purpose.

Someone's been killing people - and I know who it is. It's one of my freelance operators, who has had it out for me since I started. She's on the run and I'm following her. I'm telling lies and acting like I don't know what's going on.. but I do and I'm following her. And I'm hiding, lest she get me too. I track her through buildings and balconies and I ask careful questions. I finally catch up to her by following quietly through a building by the sea - right on the waterline. It has steel doors and green rock slime coming up through it. I don't remember what happens when I find her.

Someone's been having a party in my room in the house where I grew up. I've got to go and find them and tell them that's my room. I find a track to the house through the bush, off the gravel road where I grew up. I follow the track, which becomes a narrow chute carved through rock, and find a lift for ferrying glasses to the dishwasher. They're lined up on white racks, like an industrial dishwasher. I climb in and wait for it to ascend to whereever I'm going. At the top, I enter a long concrete tunnel. People are walking to and from the party, so I follow it and come out at my house to explain that that's my room, and I need to sleep in it.

Waking this morning, I've been dreaming about Michael, the South African guy I knew from Auckland. I haven't seen or heard from him in eleven years.
He's standing on a train platform. It's Christmas, and I've been trying to please my mother, who has nothing but criticism for me, because I've been stuffing everything up. I've been trying to cook a fish, but I can't get it right. It's crumbed, and I'm trying to fry it, but I keep messing up - I'm using a saucepan, I'm using a too-small frying pan, I've failed to turn the gas on. I think I've spoiled it but I'm determined to get it right.
I haven't put my laundry away and my mother is on my case to do it, because it's Christmas; can't I behave like a normal human being, just this once?
I need to get out so I send a text message out to a few people. I want to meet up with Lincoln, but I think he's meeting my former flatmate. I try to get in there first, because I could use the company. I get on a bus, and realise I have $5, but that my wallet is at home and I might need more money. I get hold of my wallet and look for another bus. I book one on my mobile, and they give me a webcam feed of where the bus is, so I can be sure I won't miss it.
I make my way to the train platform, and there's Michael. He has the same hint of an accent - not the typical obnoxious Jo'Burg Saffer one, more of a diluted Cape Town one. He's dressed up in a suit and starts tellling me about how his life is now. After a while I realise that he's giving a powerpoint presentaion on it. I tell him not to be so silly, and I run up to him and jump on him, hugging him. He lifts me up and tells me he's glad to see me. Trains come from both directions, and people crowd the station. I get on the train that I think Michael is on, but it's going somewhere I don't want to be. I want to be in the city, and this train is going somewhere far far out. It's for some sort of event, everyone on the train is really excited. But where can I get off, so I can find Michael before he leaves again?