An informal essay and primum scribere on; Dinosaur Train, a short story by John Steven Gurney
Was it 10 to 5 until the Dinosaur Train?
On the surface Dinosaur Train is a story of a child’s (Jesse) imagination. I dare you to think deeper, reading between the lines, and looking beyond the immediate landscape presented. We are given a hidden message, a foreboding warning de déjà vu.
We start on a Thursday, a Thursday evening much like any other for Jesse…
Trains and dinosaurs.
Dinosaurs and trains.
Just before bed Jess drew one last picture (dinosaurs on a train).
Jesse is carrying on like any Thursday, but for some strange reason it is not going to be like any past Thursday evening. This is obviously symbolic as dinosaurs and trains did not coexist in any point in history (at least not in their whole compositions). Dinosaurs, purportedly, ceased to exist tens of millions of years past, their ruin not certain but most likely a seemingly random event, a large rock traveling through space at great speed, brought to an abrupt halt by the earth’s atmosphere then surface. As the dinosaurs, and a great share of the earths organic mass, were consumed in fire, propelled skyward, buried by ash and left to decompose and break down through countless epoch, they were to leave behind the material for both people kind’s rise, and potential self-immolation.
Suddenly there was a loud noise and the whole house began to shake!
“ALL ABOARD!” someone shouted.
Material, coal and oil among others, that is, in all their forms provide us with portable energy, cheap, lightweight, flexible materials, which we have, in our creative propensity, utilized beyond control in the last three centuries. Like a train starting out the consumption started out slowly, stoking a furnace, that overtime, has pushed the engine of industry to breakneck speed.
“PLEASE HAVE YOUR TICKETS READY!”
“Thank you,” said the conductor. “Dining car to the rear.”
The picture of dinosaurs, behaving and dressed as humans, have invited Jesse on board a train, a dinosaur train, to dine upon, to use this material, and by the very image of its origin provides us with a grim yet poignant reminder of the risk of this invitation, persuaded by the very creatures whose doom provided us the resources for our meteoric rise and potential downfall.
“Let me show you the view from the sky windows.”
Jesse is again invited by a large dinosaur (a Brontosaurus in this case), while consuming an overly large cup of what one would presume to be pop (and before bedtime too!), invited to view the panorama from above the train.
“Tunnel ahead!” Jesse yelled. “Duck!”
Given a view of the sky, the limitless dome, while the train is shown astride a track placed on solid ground, it’s Jesse who provides a warning (in a caffeinated alert state perhaps). A warning to the colossal beings whose world Jesse is visiting. But what does this tunnel represent? To the dinosaurs whose heads sit upon elongated necks the danger is obvious, but what else does this tunnel represent? The tunnel is sure to be dark and until the train’s lamp illuminates the short distance ahead no one is certain to know what is inside. Perhaps the tunnel represents the future, on obvious but apt analogy used in many previous works of literature.
When they came out of the tunnel, Jessie said, “Look! That’s amazing.”
Everyone leaned over to see.
A volcano, another representation of doom, viewed from the train. The train, and its occupants, on it’s precarious position, sitting on the tracks, balanced on two steel rails, hurtling at altitude while the occupants blissfully admire the portent of doom. Is it in sheer ignorance that the dinosaurs lean to the same side, placing the perilously balanced train off balance? At the same time Jesse has gone from providing warning of the tunnel to pointing out the volcano, unaware of the disastrous effect of his declaration.
UH-OH!
The train has flipped, and lept off the tracks, due to the imbalance caused by the dinosaurs leaning to one side of the train to get a better view of the volcano. The parable has grown quite palpable by now, tantamount forcing the reader to swallow a quart of diesel.
Jesse took charge. “Come on, you can do it!”
“Push it back on the track!”
Taking charge, directing the dinosaurs, in this case a Triceratops and Pachycephalosaurs, to push the train back on the track. Though Jesse takes charge he doesn’t give any specific instruction, only giving encouragement while the dinosaurs must figure out a solution for themselves, in the end using their brute strength to right the train. The train is now back on track.
“Thanks, son. You can ride up here with me.”
Said by presumably a Tyrannosaurus Rex, as we can only see it’s large three-digit appendage ferocious claws shown up close for the first time , by its very name and implied history, the king of dinosaurs. Does the T-Rex represent anything? Anyone? Surely the T-Rex is the conductor, and by offering Jesse to ride up front has bestowed an honor on him.
“Next stop… JESSE’S ROOM!”
The vista given, up among the clouds, the train, while lighted inside to the inhabitants of the train cabins, there is only twilight to gleam the surroundings while traveling to a presumed but uncertain destination, like the tunnel an analogy of the future. In this case the analogy isn’t necessarily gloomy, and I posit while it is open to interpretation, the point is to draw neither a negative nor positive conclusion.
This short story is surely allegorical, taking creatures and elements of the past, reconstructed and combined to deliver a potent message. There are warning signs. The future can be dark and uncertain, warnings viewed on the periphery, some drawing closer on the horizon. In the end it’s up to the passengers, past and future, to decide what they see and how they will react.