I dreamed this three times before graduating from high school ten years ago, and God is leading me to post it now. In this dream I had a job downtown that I had to take a train to get to. The driver ignored me three times, causing me to be late. The third time I was able to jump on the back of the train and ride it. The sky got redder and redder, and the train went faster and faster as time passed. I later saw the city was destroyed, like it had been bombed. It was empty and the sky was blood red over it. Then the train fell through a bridge into the river below. This river flows through downtown in real life, but in the dream it had become mud and trash. I was the only one to survive the fall, being outside the train. As I dragged myself through the mud to the riverbank, my father and a good friend of mine came to help me.

I remember the phrase about getting your name dragged through the mud. This also might point to a future attack. But I figured there is more symbolism I need to know so I thought I would ask.