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Ms. In9 Jondō – Part III
[Continued from: Ms. In9 Jondō - Part II]
Eyes wide open. Suddenly alert…albeit confused.
I’m leaning against a plastic grey wall, sitting in an otherwise empty row of dark blue seats – space for three.
Kathakita-thakita, thakita-thakita…
Wrapped in my US Navy pea coat, which I discover is the source of the stink. As if to prove I’m in fact awake, I pat myself down, but it doesn’t do any good because 32-ounce Melton wool is carpet thick, and my coat’s one size too big. I have to reach inside my breast pocket to check if my wallet’s still there. Reflex. Just in case. And it is, so I check my other pockets. Everything seems to jingle and jangle the way I last recall, I think…but something’s still not right.
Then…a voice. Something in the background, out of thin air – a clingy nasal resonance muffled beyond recognition. At first I hardly pay attention to it, but as soon as do it dawns on me just who’s voice it is…
Kathakita-thakita…ka-ka-kaaaiiieeeeeeeee!
Fuck. Fuck…FUCK!
I scream it over and over inside my head until nothing else echoes in my brain. Disappointment. Panic. Despair. Several other emotions hit me all at once. Realization strikes as the sound of screeching metal against metal slows to a jarring stop; reality sinks in like heavy gravity pulling at my chest. Something isn’t right at all: adverts I failed to notice before, a bright red fire extinguisher affixed to the wall. Above me, dangling evenly-spaced from a chrome gallows, small triangular plastic nooses. And especially the double-doors that at the moment look conspicuously like skulls.
Train.
I’m on a fucking train.
Definitely wrong.
I fell asleep on the fucking train.
Indeed.
Fffuuuccckkk…
This is how my night and new year begins.
Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences 
5 January, 2009 