Log 004

...this evening, I woke up on a train running underground and did not even know where I was...as usual, a haunting, tingling perception of unknown purpose consumed my heart, brain and soul...though I felt an overwhelming sensation of the familiar, the train route I was currently a passenger upon was utterly unknown to my cognitive self...I had to wait until the tunnel reached the surface, and decided to exit the train at the first stop. As I was walking toward a railway attendant, I realized I was carrying a very old briefcase that had belonged to my father when he use to travel abroad to lecture at conservatories and universities. I was also dressed in one of my best suites (actually, one of my only remaining items not riddled by moth holes or mold in the summer house) cuff links, pocket watch and all... as I caught sight of my reflection in the window of the attendant's booth, I did not see myself, but only my father's profile and tired brow...it has been years since I have been this dressed up and I even shaved. The last time I had cared this much about my appearance was when I was interviewing for a position in the department of Folklore and Mythology at Miskatonic University...I wonder what really lead me down this somnambulist excursion so far away from the house. I am very far from where I should have been when I woke and according to the station manager, I am over 120 miles away. It is too late now to return back to the house, so I  have located a room to rent until I can catch the first, morning train. I am curious to what items I have filled my father's old case with for this sleepwalk commute. It actually seems quite full and is somewhat heavy. I should be terrified about finding myself in this unsettling situation, but I am simply too curious about why I have made myself come to this place...