Horsemen with baby cutlery

I’m on a horse in an empty grocerystore, fighting out a duel with another horseman. We’re galloping between the shop’s racks, weaponed with baby cutlery. At a given moment I loose my fork and spoon, so I flee down a narrow alley of an underground town that somehow starts in this shop. The road leads for kilometers deep down into the earth. I’m faster than my adversary, so I gain some distance until I reach the end of the road. There’s an ancient town square here with ruins, broken pillars, arches and doorways. I’m thinking about how I’m going to hide from my enemy. Behind a pillar? Through one of those doorways? But then I wake up.