1996/summer Stera 21 Destination Impossible
(dream) Intending to go to Shibuya, I head for the turnstile.
I walk with ticket in hand.
In time, I notice that I am outside on a dark nighttime street.
I have no recollection, however, of exiting the turnstile and am still holding my ticket.
"This must be Chofu," I figure.
There is no conclusive evidence, but somehow it seems like a residential area of Chofu.
I don't know where I want to go, but I become extremely anxious. "Gotta go, gotta go."
The ticket I have clenched in my hand is stained with sweat.
I've lost sight of where I am, and search for something with an address on it.
"Ah, the address should be posted there," I suppose seeing a telephone pole in the distance, but have a hunch it's probably not complete.
I run over to look and just as I had feared . . .
I was hoping for a detailed inscription, like "such and such city, such and such town," but the only thing written was "city city city city town town town town."
Oh no!
What to do, I want to get back to the turnstile . . . The dream is over, I am drenched with sweat.
(Strangely, even after waking, I can see in living color; a common dark blue ground with debossed white letters saying "city city city city . . ." )
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