There are many film that attempt to capture dreams. However, most of them are rather like observations of a dream— like staring into a glass case box. Night on the Galactic Railroad may be the first time where I truly felt below the conscience with my eyes open. This nocturnal film swallowed me into a dark, silent, and wonderful place. Nothing really makes sense, yet it strangely does— in an intangible sense. The recur of train-tracks, heavy childish breathes, plodding…