Trains and Sets

This is actually my dream from the night before last, but I didn't remember it until I laid down to sleep last night.

I don't recall the set-up, but Wes and I were on a relatively slow moving train that was winding its way through some kind of movie studio or something. It went slow enough that you could get off and look around if you wanted to, but nobody really did... except Wes. He kept insisting on getting out, walking around, touching things (while I yelled to him from the train to leave the stuff alone). The last set we saw was all ready for filming, and it had been flooded with a few inches of water on the floor for some reason.

And that is officially all I remember.