A train heads out of a rundown station as night falls; passengers in the third-class sleeping car fall in and out of wakefulness. As the train makes its way across the barren Trans-Siberian landscape, incorporeal voices describe dreams, both hopeful and haunting. Which of these dreams will come true? In this poignant vignette, director Iris Olsson offers a window into the dreams and realities of these weary, traveling souls. A simple score of resonant piano chords adds both levity and depth as the cinematography envelops viewers in the dreary yet dreamlike space. “I don’t want to remember,” remarks one woman. “Usually the unpleasant ones come true.”  SB