Tales of the Train

Dreaming

A man dressed only in black sat in the corner, presumably asleep. His eyes rested, occasionally awakening and flickering around the train as if on a lousy lookout. Unbeknownst to our fellow passengers, his mind was not as quiet and blissful as it may have looked.
As he sat quietly is his corner, his head was aching. It was as if small being was inside, wrestling to get out. It rustled and tussled and swore, as it fought with the beasts and brave fighters the man called his army. They had never met a threat like this one, and struggled to keep up with the things swinging arms and chaotically sweeping legs.
However, the beings movements weren't a threat, as the man's army had thought. Since it didn't know how it got into his mind in the first place, it had no idea how it could get out. After hours of unsuccessful "escaping", it had given up, and instead had a temper tantrum on the floor. The floor is arguably the best place to have a temper tantrum, as it provides a good surface for one to hit, kick and cry on.
While this is ideal for the one having the tantrum, the floor may disagree. Since the floor in this instance was the poor man's mind, it was definitely upset and annoyed by the beings apparent beating. And so, he sent his army to deal with the "threat" and fight a very unnecessary battle, which he was now losing. And so, until the man would run out of troops, or be unwilling to sacrifice any more than he already had, the war in his mind would continue.
For those of you wondering what exactly this being may have looked like, I want you to remember that I am not in this man's mind, nor am I aware of what things look like in it. However, I imagine it would be rather large and purple, with 5 limbs and a rather large ass. At the end of each of its limbs would be a hand, obviously, which would be clenched into a tight fist during its tantrum on the floor. If you do not agree with this visualisation of the being, you are very welcome to imagine it as something else. This description is very unlikely to be true either way, as it is a being in someone's else subconscious.
By the end of the man's journey, the battle was still going on and the man was still in a miserable amount of pain. He had forced himself into a light sleep, allowing his mind full control of the situation.
His sleep was anything but blissful, as he kept getting very rudely interrupted by other passengers moving about the carriage looking for seats.
"Now arriving at Parliament Station"
The man rose from his seat and departed the train, without a glance behind him.