The Dead Horse
Some elements came from this world, and some not. The whole situation based itself around an audio store located close to my house. The owner in part, whose hair somehow got greyer, was helping with some vast renovations that would extend the store into hugeness. (This is partially happening). I remember thinking that the freshly installed black and white checkered floor seemed to slope up as it faded into the distance. But then, when things cover a great expanse, it always seems this way. I didn't bother going that far back into the building, as the optical illusion (or not?) of the floor approaching the roof was somewhat disconcerting.
It seemed 6:00pm had passed, for he shooed me out fairly quickly. I said a quick 'hi' to his son, who I looked at as though a distant friend because of the similarities we shared. Stepping outside, the wire fence to my left which protected the less than intelligent from the steep fall to the car dealership below had given way. Now that I think of it, there wasn't even a dealership anymore. I peered over cautiously, expecting to see a something resembling what had once been there. My eyes kept seeking for something to focus on, and it soon became apparent that the ground was nowhere to be found. Small ledges scattered themselves here and there with huge gaps in between them. It resembled an asymmetrical staircase carved out of the rock, but stretched vertically so much as to not be of any use anymore.
Various items stretched out between my car and me. A girl from work, who had somehow developed a twin, sat on a lawn chair in the middle of the parking lot next to the store. A few old friends lay on a blanket. It felt like watching my life spread out in mockery before me in order of importance and relevance. I looked in the window of the gas station to see a man torn apart. His eyes, once filled with sarcasm and mockery, now ached with a pain deeper than I would ever know. I guess everyone deserves a taste of their own medicine, and I admit that it would have given me a great sense of justice to do to him what he did to me. Now that I found myself in this place, however, I felt true sympathy. I didn't want revenge, only to console.
I can't say for certain, but I was involved in a battle. It involved jumping through the canyons that disappeared over the ledge by the audio store. I know it felt like an anime-style battle, with impressive gravity-defying feats and such. The best way to describe the ending is this:
It's sadistic. I know. I just think that everything that was covered, were it positive or negative, had the disturbing undertones of a dead horse. I did win. I also knew that every time I visited the store, I would be haunted by the ghost of my past assailant. Vivid memories that escape me now would somehow surface, and I would be left with a misplaced feeling of anxiety.
I wish I remembered more. This is the first time in a while where the memory of such events has come across so vividly. Yet I still feel unsatisfied.