When I dream, I dream of losing myself. Running around the hallways of this imaginary station. Running late to that train that will lead me to an unknown destination.
This time, there are other humans. They jump all together on the railways and get hit by the train. They do it unconsciously, they do it willingly. As their bodies tear apart, more people crowd the platform and wait for their turn. A new train arrives and new bodies, new blood covers the place. It keeps going. People coming and people dying. It does sound like an eternal punishment in Hell.