The noise starts muffling again,  because we are in another tunnel.  We continue our 
trip.  Unexpectedly we come out in open and we are in an incredible landscape, going 
along  a thin crystal bridge  that is hanging  in space on an endless abyss, between 
strange coloured mountains.  It seems to be a world produced from the hallucinations 
of a drug addict. It is bright night and in the sky there are three moons. The train 
is still running  on the bridge  and  at its end I see another tunnel.  We go in and 
also this is as others, but also thin different, also if I do not understand how. We 
came up to a third station and we slow down as usual. This time I read its name very 
well and I remain astounded,  because it is my name! How is it possible? We continue 
our race without stop. From afar I see the end of the tunnel. We cross it. The scene 
changes and now I are up,  in the sky of a town. I understand I am inside Onyr Town, 
between its metal and glass skyscrapers and air bridges.  Below me there is the wall 
of a building with an opening to its basis, from which the train comes out and races 
between the skyscrapers,  entering within some tunnels and coming out from the other 
part and always running on its monorail.  After a while it goes into a building, but 
from the other part,  from its tunnel,  does not come out a train, but a roaring and 
aggressive sports car, at full speed.  Also the background noise changes and becomes 
a mixture between the uproar of turbine  and  the screeching of the brakes.  The car 
runs  in the town,  passing  through  several crossroads  without slowing down and I 
always follow it from the sky.  Then two police cars  come out  from a side road and 
begin to chase it,  but very soon they come to a bad end.  The first police car hits 
a wall and the other slides and overturns. Suddenly the sports car runs in, awerving 
on the right, in a side alley.  I too follow it,  but when I enter in the narrow and 
long alley I do not find anything. Now the noise is changed, it seems that one of an  
airplane.  I look up and an airplane soars in the sky,  in the whistling wind, going 
up and nosediving,  inside  the same town,  grazing its buildings.  The noise of the 
wind is always very strong.