The other night I had a strange dream.

I dreamt that I was travelling in the first class compartment of one of Mumbai's famous local trains, and while traveling, a most strange incident took place. I was near the coach exit, where all the standees are, and one of the commuters, a normal looking man - about 40ish, dressed in crisp formals and holding a copy of The Economic Times - sneezed. When he sneezed, his eyes fell out. He looked up, where his eyes formally held attention there were now two pitch dark sockets. The man started laughing, hysterically, laughing so loudly that his laughter rang throughout the train, cutting effortlessly through the chatter and the ambient noise, going on and on until there was an unnatural hush. I was coming to grips with what was happening when from right behind me, a second man broke into hysterics, jerking his shoulders in all directions as if he were having a fit. He wore dark sunglasses, and took them off with a flourish, to show another pair of empty, staring eye sockets. All around, faces began turning to show people without eyes, people with stares that seemed to come from nowhere, the laughter catching on till the whole compartment shook with laughter; men, women, even a child shrieking with glee, his empty eye sockets staring skywards. I had to look away from the madness, and looked out the sides and saw the train lit up by an amber glow, the absence of any surroundings - the train was going through a void!
That's when this inexplicable feeling hit me that I was travelling on a train that was destined to be traveling forever.. And that's when I mercifully woke up.