Beautiful Picked Notes

About half a year ago, I had a rather unfriendly confrontation with some crackhead, who punched me from behind, threw me to the ground and kicked me in the face, it was a whole thing. We never met again, sadly.

So this night, I dreamt I was at a local drug store and he waltzed in there. At first, I tried to avoid confrontation and left the store. As he left and walked past me, nothing happened, but when he turned around and saw me, he started running toward me, covering his mouth and nose with his left hand. I obviously took the chance and socked him right in the face as hard as I could. He was startled for a moment but the punch didn't floor him, so he started throwing at me like crazy. His punches never really hit and when they did, they weren't powerful at all. Neither were mine though, because I couldn't seem to move my arms fast enough. He started fleeing several times but I got madder and madder, stopping him each time to keep swinging at him. After a particularily botched attempt at kicking for him, he stumbled to the ground and dragged me down. While we were in the middle of a terrible fight, loads of passers-by just, well, passed by. Nobody even looked at us.
The whole thing went on for about ten minutes until my recall ends without remembering who came out the victor. Dammit.