Fantasy train

Fantasy train It’s night. Central London, the last subway train left Bond Street station. The train was speeding along with me and a few other passengers. A so powerful dream in a wonderful fantasy realm took hold of me. My vigilance and self-control left me. Just sleep and sleep, and dream. Wonderful landscapes, worlds, women, and intoxicants caused joy in the dream. I feel a strong twitch and hear a loud shout.’ Sir! This is the last station!’ I woke up. An empty whiskey bottle fell out of my hand and rolled on the floor. ‘Were are we?’ I asked. ‘On Harrow and Wealdstone station.’ Came the answer. ‘From which platform can I go back?’ I asked. ‘From platform two at five o’clock. It's one o’clock. Night. I bought a bottle of whiskey in a shop. Drink and just drink. As soon as I lay down on an old bench in the street, I immediately found myself on the train. On the train again. I continued my dream. Incredible visions, delights, I just live here. Just here. Only here. Forever. I didn’t wake up anymore. A hearse took me away.