I used to dream about being on buses a lot; I guess using the Tube more nowadays means that's what I dream about instead now. I was on my way to a party at someone's house, and when I arrived at the end of my journey I left my bag in some lockers at the Tube station (which I think was Green Park, despite not actually looking anything like the real station.) Skip forward straight to my trip back home, it's quite late at night and I've got a litre bottle of water with me, and some food from the party, which I'm eating off a china dinner plate on the Tube home. Again, the stations have real place names that don't correspond to reality, so it takes me 10-15 minutes to get from Green Park to Bond Street, with many unnamed stations in between (despite the fact that they're really a couple of minutes apart, and besides that would be the opposite direction if I was trying to get home.) I finished the food and tried to put the plate away. I was trying to squeeze it into the bottle neck, which wasn't working, and realised I hadn't picked up my bag from the lockers and would have to go back for it. So I got off at Bond Street and tried to find the platform going back in the opposite direction. But all I could find was a huge, dark, hangar-like station filled with British Rail trains cutting across the Tube lines. I decided to come back up to the surface and re-enter the station, hoping I'd find the right platform more easily that way. The signs to Platform 1 took me down a long wooden staircase, through a number of swing doors and past a working, Art-Deco restaurant. The further down I got, the signs started replacing "Platform 1" with "Cinema 1" and I decided to check with one of the waiters if I was still going in the right direction but woke up before I got an answer.