
Dreamstar
Rooms & Accommodations

Stateroom
There’s something wonderfully decadent about sleeping in a queen-sized bed while gliding across the country. A Stateroom isn’t just a private space—it’s a declaration that you’re done contorting yourself into airline seats designed by sadists.
You get space to stretch out, a real bed, and your own shower. Yes, your own shower. The result? You arrive not merely on time, but upright, hydrated, and perhaps even… serene.

Standard
Economists will have you believe that flying is faster. And on paper, it is. But they’ve never factored in the anxiety, the sleep deprivation, or the small emotional toll of being treated like luggage with opinions.
Standard Class is different. Lie-flat beds. No turbulence. No screaming children (unless you brought them). You sleep. You wake. You arrive. Refreshed, composed, and ten IQ points sharper than the poor soul who flew in.
It’s what air travel wants to be when it grows up.

Bedroom
Think of it as your own cozy cabin—not so grand as to feel wasteful, not so minimal as to feel penitential. Just the essentials: a proper bed, a private bathroom, and a sense of calm that no airport hotel or red-eye flight has ever managed to produce.
If you’ve ever stayed in a boutique hotel and thought, “I wish this could move with me,”—this is it.

Family Suite
Hotels can’t fit the kids. Flights divide the family. But on a train? Everyone travels together, sleeps together, and wakes up in the same time zone and the same mood (well, mostly).
Our Family Rooms sleep up to six people without turning bedtime into a game of human Tetris. There’s even a proper bathroom. It’s not a compromise—it’s a conspiracy in favor of your sanity.

Lounge Car
Once upon a time, travel was glamorous—people wore suits to fly and had martinis on trains. We've brought a bit of that spirit back. Our Lounge Car isn’t just a space; it’s a gently moving social club.
Drinks, snacks, conversations, or complete solitude—it’s entirely up to you. No boarding calls. No food trays launched at your knees. Just you, your thoughts (or someone interesting), and the quiet rhythm of the rails.