The cream-coloured ceiling, that was in front of my eyes, had a small leak in deep on
right, and my look lingered over it. "...then you was mentioning me your dream...",
the voice of the psychologist interrupted the moment of torpor that had been created
in my mind and it quickly brought back me to a state of waking. "Yes, doctor, I'm here
just for this. From three months, every night, I have exactly the same dream, without
any change. In my sleep I seem to have the eyes closed and to cannot open them, then
with a sudden effort I open them wide and I am opposite a very extensive landscape,
but shrouded in a dense mist. The strange thing is that I see it from a very ample
view, as if I looked through the wide-angle lens of a camera. The land opposite me
is enough desert and there is a monorail that leaves from the fog, passes next to me,
approximately ten meters on my left, and continues behind my back till it disappears
on the horizon. I do not hear any sound and all things are still, except the fog
that moves lazy. Little by little a noise grows always more strong. Unexpectedly
a train comes out from the fog and it passes near to me, running on the monorail.
The noise is very high. Then the view changes and I see the train in the distance.
Also the landscape is changed, and now it is less desert and more mountainous.
As a bird I fly at the side of the train, that goes at high speed on the monorail
and I follow its crazy run. The view changes again and now the train rushes on a
territory where it is a very strange mountain, consisting of three big stone faces
that seem to turn, when we, I and the train, pass at them side, and that disappears
slowly on the left, while the race continues, turning on the right. The land becomes
more arid and I begin to see some pyramids with different shape: square, pentagonal,
octagonal, smooth or with steps. On their top I glimpse some human bodies and also
animals. Other pyramids are empty. We pass between them, without slowing down. The
landscape changes again and becomes a grassland. We draw near a station that has
a futuristic look and is shrouded in mist. The noise of the brakes echoes in the air.