Where Were You When This Happened to Me?

Enlighten me with something from your imagination.
it doesnt have to be new.
it doesnt have to be surreal.
it doesn’t have to be extreme.
fill me with thoughts that take me somewhere the second after this moment passes.
playful, funny, serious or even dramatic.

How about this:

Like carefree teenagers, we’re climbing, barefoot, up a grass covered mountain. Blood full of determination to reach the top first, before you. The image of finishing the great climb is slashed as my winning steps are swallowed  by the muddy gulps of unstable swamplands. I turn to you and see you battling through rice fields of  provincial Asian surrounds. Although confused about our change of course, the race continues, and I am still determined to reach the top of the mountain first, as are you. I fight and make my way to the top once more. I turn and am pleased to see you trailing behind me; not bothered by this change. I smile watching you continue, still, with a carefree smile. I refocus and look ahead but stop to find myself in the back alleys of a ghetto-ridden street carpark. No mountain side. No you. Just me. Alone. why. No longer carefree. Just scared sh*tless.

An unknown, known person parked next to me screams profanities across the parking lanes at a non existent man. The air is intense. The man speaks with anger not fear. So I look across in the same direction at to see what’s got this man so fired up. But I am left with no time to react.  WOOM! BANG! CRACK! Fear whips me into the car so I can sit, front row, and experience the power of this blurry man’s swinging of  a baseball bat. My heart ferociously shakes me like an earthquake. But oddly, my concern isn’t for my life. It is for the car. I become angry at this man for cracking my, now, car window. A moment later, I become normal and fear for my life.

I decide to lock my door. He decides to jump onto the BMW convertible next to me and abusively decapitate it. Unsure of the reason why he pounded the value of out the car rather than driving it away. Unsure what happened to the owner of that car who was once standing next to me. Why I am even here. When will I return to my carefree mountain side race with you?

So, as this was happening to me, what was going on with you?

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