This is the story of a dream. You know the kind of dream where you suddenly become aware that you are dreaming. That was the kind of dream it was.

I was all alone, standing on the platform of a deserted dimly-lit railway station.

"Wow, what a boring dream, " I thought to myself.

Just then, i heard an announcement come over the loudspeaker. A dull, monotonous voice was saying. "The train will be arriving shortly. If you get in board, you will experienced something scary"

Soon after this cryptic announcement, the train pulled into the station. However, it wasn't really a train. It looked more like the train you see in an amusement parks, like rollercoaster or monkey train you see in zoo. There were few men and women sitting in the cars and there faces were really pale.

"What a weird dream" I thought. But i was curious about the announcement i had heard. Would i really see something sacry? What would it be? I decided to get on the train and find out.

After all how scary could it be if i was aware that this was just a dream right?

I sat down in the third car from the back. The air around me felt uncomfortably warm. Everything seemed so realistic that i wandered if i was actually just dreaming.

"The train is now departing" said the announcement.

As the train began to move, my heart was pounding with ancitipation and anxiety. I wondered what was going to happen. Soon after the train left the platform, we entered a tunnel that was illuminated by an eerie purple light.

"I've seen this tunnel before!" i said to myself. It was the tunnel from a ghost train i used to visit when i am a kid. Thats why i was dreaming of this wierd monkey train. I was just remembering all the haunted house rides from my childhood. "This isn't anything to be scared of" i thought to myself.

Just then there was another announcement. "Next stop!

Ike-zukuri! Ike-zukure is next!"

"Ike-zukuri?" i thought.. "Thats not a station, thats a rare japanese dish!" A skillful japanese chef can cut up a fish and cook it in such a way that it's still alive when they serve it to you. The poor fish lies in your plate, grasping for air while you eat it. Its grostique, but in japan, its considered a rare delicacy.

I am still thinking about it when i heard a loud, peircing scream coming from behind me. I turned aroung and saw four hunchbacked midgets, dressed in rags.They were sorrounding the man in the last seat. As i look closer i saw the midgets wearing a monkey masks and brandishing sharp knives. Right before my eyes, they started chopping the man into pieces.

They were preparing him just like a chef prepares Ike-zukuri!

An overpowering stench filled the air and the man kept screaming and screaming as they pulled his bloody organs out of his body and scattered them around in the train car.

I nothiced a sickly lokking woman with long hair sitting directly behind me. When the screaming started, she began to panick, but only for a moment. Then she just became silent and faced front, as if nothing has happened.

I was terrefied by the horrible things that were happening behind me and i started to wonder whether or not i was really just dreaming.

When i turned around again, the man in the back was gone. All that remained were bloodstains and chunks of meat. That woman behind me was still staring straight ahead, her face expressionless.

"Nest stop, Scooping!" the announcement said. "Scooping is next!"

This time two of the monkey-faced midgets appeared, carrying spoons with serrated edges. They began to scoop out the womans eyes behind me. Up until now, she was unexpressionless, but the pain twisted his face in a look of horror. She began shrieking so loudly that i thought my eardrums would burst. Her eyesballs flew out of her sockets. The stench of blood and sweat was unbearable. I was bent over, shivering in fear. This was my cue to leave. I couldn't take any more of this.

"Wake up!" I told myself. "I have to get out of here! Please wake up!"

Then a horrible thought struck me. Judging by how things been going, i was the next in line....

"Next stop! Minced Meat!" came the announcement. "Minced meat is next!"

I felt sick. It wasn't hard to imagine what was going to happen next.

I concentrated as hard as i could, trying desperately to force myself to wake up from the dream. "Come on! Come on! Wake up!" i told myself. "It was just a dream! Wake up!"

Suddenly, i heard a loud noise, mettalic whirling noise. It sounded like a grinding machine. This time two midgets were sitting on my knees. They were holding a strange looking constraption that i assumed a mincing machine. I was terrified.

"Its all just a horrible dream!! Wake up! Wake up!" I closed my eyes, and prayed as hard as i could. "For the love of God! Please wake up!"

Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrr!!

The sound was getting louder and louder, closer and closer. I could feel the wind from the machine on my face.

I was sure there was no hope for me. It was over. I was a goner for sure.

Then, all of a sudden everything went silent.

I woke up in bed, soaked in sweat. Tears were streaming down my face. Somehow, i had managed to escape from the nightmare. I scrambled out of bed and went to the kitchen where i got a drink of water and tried to calm myself down. "That was horribly realistic" i said to myself "Thank god it was just a dream"....

Four years had passed and i finished college. I had completely forgotten about the dream. However, one night i was working late at the office. It has been a busy day and i was very tired. I leaned down on my chair and closed my eyes, just for a moment.

That's when it happened

"Scooping! Next is scooping!!"

It was the same. Eveything was flooding back. The same two crooked midgets with a monkey masks gulged out the eyes of the pale lady with long black hair.

"Wake up! Wake up!" i started praying but i couldn't wake up.. "Please wake up in the name of the God!"

"Next stop! Minced Meat! Next is minced meat!"

"No this is too much!"

Whiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrr! It was getting closer

"Its just a dream! Wake up! Wake up! Please, Wake up!" Suddenly, there was silence.

I had escaped again, or so i thought.

Just as i was about to open my eyes, i heard a voice. "Are you running away again? The next time would be the last"

I opened my eyes and this time i was really awake and in my room..

But the announcement, i heard definitly wasn't in my dream.. I heard it here, in the real world. I know what i did. There's no mistake about it. Why me? What have i done to deserve this?

I haven't had a dream since then, but i know that the next time i had that dream i will die.

It will be probably from a heart attack or something like that. In this world it might be a heart attack or something related to that. But in the other world, ill be a minced meat