I've got a vision. I do believe one of these days someone with a big knife will stab me right in the face, while I'm seated in a train, reading my book. I can feel the knife passing through my front teeth, slitting my palate, slicing the bottom of my nostrils. I can taste the salty blood pouring down from under my eyes into my mouth. I can't make a noise. The guy who has hit me gets off the train, leaving his knife on my face. None of the other passengers have noticed what has just happened. How could they? It happened so fast. I couldn't even make a noise.
It the last station the driver finds my dead body in the compartment just behind his cabin. He thinks he is dreaming. He doesn't believe it's my corpse sitting calmly on the seat with a big bloody knife planted into it's head.