Dreamed the frame built itself, I just held the torch

I'm standing in the shop, except the shop is also a train platform, and the tubes are sliding together on their own — silver fish migrating. I'm just holding the torch, watching the fillets melt smooth where they decide to meet. Even the one crooked seatstay, the one I'd normally curse, winks at me like it planned it all along. Woke up and half-believed it.