A Tale of Ponies And Humans : An Experience for the History Books

The next morning I woke up on a bench.  Wait a BENCH?  I checked to see if I could move and I could...  The next thing I noticed was green grass, like really (really) green grass.  I looked further around me and saw a metropolis.   It was the unmistakable sight of New York City.  I wasn't complaining but, what will the doctors and nurses think, WHAT WILL MY FAMILY THINK?!  So I got up and started walking.

I walked for a while in fact, all across the city in a matter of hours.  My stomach grumbled, which meant I was hungry, so I went to a café.  I checked my back pocket just hoping I had my wallet, and then there was a lump.  There it was!  I checked through it for some cash...  $39 dollars, not bad.  I ended up getting a coffee, a pizza and pasta to go, which all came to $21.49.  Fucking expensive.  I sat down and ate my food and paid my bill with a $6 tip.  After I left, it dwelled upon me that, I had no place to stay.  I had no car, so how would I get home.  I would have to ride a train or rent a bike.  I choose a train because it's right next to a cheap hotel.

I walked to the L-Train station and got on just in time for the 11:30 pm train (the last one for 2 hours).  There were plenty of seats open, so I choose one next to the snack bar.  After a while, of playing Flappy Bird and watching YouTube, I got up to go to the snack bar for some pretzels.  Everything was fine until I opened that door, I say that because.  "BOOM" "BOOM" a man with a gun had just shot the snack clerk and stole all the MnM's!  I closed the door very slowly and calmly and then I turned and ran.  "GUN!  HE'S GOT A GUN!!!"

WARNING INTENSE VIOLENCE AHEAD!

The door burst open and the guys ran out and started shooting.  Then, I felt a surge of anger rush through me.  I darted towards them, and kicked one in the face, knocking him out cold.  I jumped, grabbed hold of another shooters head and broke his neck in a fatal way.  The remaining 2 started shooting at me, I dodges all the bullets but one, that hit my forearm.  It hurt so much and I wanted to cry, but these guys infuriated me enough to endure just a bit longer.  I one of their guns and shot one in the nuts, he fell and howled in pain.  The other one took his gun out and shot me just below the neck.   I fell down and couldn't move, but my hand landed on the gun in a funny way and it shot the man... right between the eyes... killing him.

The people ran to me to see if I was okay, that was all I saw was black.  I woke up in a hospital bed.  A doctor walked  in, "Good morning Mr. Brown!"

Was that a... flashback?