I was at a (probably fictional) 4 platform French railway station. I have no idea why I thought it was French, but my dream had decided that is was French. All the platforms were entirely grass. Next to the station was a fairly busy country lane. The lane had no pavements or space to walk. On the other side of the lane was a very big hedge (this will become important). All the trains were doing 135mph (again, I'm not sure why I know it was that speed) and were all formed of class 66s with Mark 1 coaches. They were producing no exhaust whatsoever as they were powered by magic (I don't know what they were powered by but there was no exhaust). Every time a train approached, I had to leave the station, cross the road, and watch it pass from the other side of the road. Of course, I was nearly run over on a number of occasions because of the hedge on the other side. Once the train had passed, I crossed back to the station (carefully and with great patience due to the volume of traffic).