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I am in Black, but this time it is Black as in the black hole black. I'll call it North-Black; 'Black as in the black hole Black' is so long and difficult.
   
North-Black is another black than Black. It has different shades of black. It's beautiful and relaxing, just like Black was. I can't swim here, or fly. I sit or stand and go forward no matter what.
   
A white lights passes by. I watch it disappear behind me. When I can't see it anymore a new white lights passes. They come and go quicker and quicker, until it becomes a lamp turning on and of. It's like I'm in a train, riding through a tunnel. Suddenly the black around me transforms in a train. I'm sitting on the floor and look through a window, where black and white alternate.
   
I can't call this place North-Black anymore. I'll call it Train, until I've found a better name, because Train is way too childish.
   
I like Train better. There are more different things and there is sound. Every once in a while it feels like the train goes over a bridge and then I hear the familiar sound. Then I smile, because I may not have been in a train tunnel before, but bridges I've passed enough.
   
I think about train bridges and through the window one of them appears, with a blue sky and white clouds. I look at the sight and wonder when I'll come out of Train and will breathe that cool air I see. Probably – when I wake up I suppose.

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