A dream
Once upon a time there was a man who had long and deep-seated resentmet towards his father. He knew his father was an evil man and what he did was going to corrupt himself and others so awfullly that he should not be allowed to live.
Having made up his mind to rid the earth of his father, he made his way to the apartment building where his father lived in order to do him in. He climbed onto the barely functioning elevator and pushed the button for the thirtieth floor.
When he got to the apartment his father, small and wizened but still lovely to look at, was waiting at the door for him with a smile and a tear. Surely the son had a right to do as he saw fit, but didn’t the father have a right to be heard? The son agreed that was fair, and they sat to talk.
The father explained he wasn’t evil but rather not human; it was natural for him to be able to jump to the tops of trees and float gracefully down. He was part faerie, and by killing his father, the son would never be able to fulfill that longing ache deep within himself that said there was more to life than his day to day drudgery. After a long and tearful talk, the two reconciled. The father explained that he was able to bring a little magic back into his apartment and demonstrated the most amazing things for his son, swooping soundlessly across the room; balancing atop the railing of the balcony that overlooked the city; not only demonstrating but teaching as well.
So that when the son left his father, with much love and hugs, and went home to see his own son, he was laughing and giddy at what he had seen and what he could do. He had a long talk that night with his son, promising him things would be different, they would live a happy life and always learn to look at things from (literally!) a new perspective.
After a good night’s sleep filled with colorful incredible dreams, the two woke up and got dressed and made out of their house for a bite to eat. The father, eager to show off wha the had learned from his father, took a huge running leap in order to plant himself at the top of a brick wall.
Only he had forgotten. All the magic was at that old apartment. Outside, in the real world, there was no magic. So instead of landing gently on top of the wall, he ran into it full force and broke his neck while his son watched.
The end.
(is that the most bizarre dream ever??)