Man With A Moustache

I dream that a man with a moustache is threatening me and Gail in an Amtrak dining car. He goads us, and assures us that we won't live very long after we get off the train. Seeing I have no alternative, I stab the guy repeatedly with my knife and fork. The wounds aren't very deep, but the guy sure is surprised. Later on in the dream, Gail and I find ourselves at the side of the tracks, safe, but surrounded by white paper bags filled with the tiny, bloody pieces of the man with the moustache.