recurring nightmare

i took the train yesterday, for the first time in months. i was going to rehearsal.
trains and stations have this peculiar thing about them. when i looked at my fellow passengers, there was nothing. everyone has the same facial expression, nobody shows anything, nobody talks. as we rode through flanders and the landscape was passing by, i became aware of the fear inside me for which i'm still figuring out a name. i became aware to the point where i almost fellt like i was in control of it, like it became a part of me. and i knew for a moment, among those lost housewives, businessmen and homeless hearts. i knew that i was dying. and the fear fell of me, like the rain that hit the window. i looked god straight in the eye and all i saw was another you.