The train Without a destination

"I dreamed I was on a train with a small suitcase, except I never packed it and I don't know how I got on. The ticket in my pocket had no destination, just a time: 4:17. Every time I looked out the window, we were somewhere different—one minute it was mountains, then a city at night, then this weird coastal town with colorful houses. I kept asking people where the train was going, but they all gave me different answers. One woman said, "Wherever you need to be," which should've been creepy but felt kind of nice. At one stop I got off just to see the station. It was huge and empty except for a bakery with warm light inside. I bought something I can't remember eating, then the train started moving without me. I ran after it, laughing for some reason, and woke up before I caught it—still feeling like I was supposed to be somewhere else."