"Where The Wave Of The Moonlight Glasses"

It is grey and fogy. I am alone in a desert. Someone's humming calls me by a strange name, which is not mine; but the voice surly means me. I look around. There is no-one at all; but emptiness.
I suddenly wake. It is grey and fogy. I am still alone in the same desert. The whispering still calls me by that wrong name which seems to be mine. I look around. There is nobody at all. I jump down from my bed. The desert is cold. I turn off the lamp and begin hunting aimless. Like a distorted yawn, street has been falling before my feet, liking my sweated shadow. A horrifying train is passing by, but it is never gone. It moves, but in a never-ending movement. I wait.