Azekeil (azekeil) wrote,

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Today was a normal day, just like any other..

..until I realised I was actually drifting at sea. It was very calm, all around, but I started panicking. How did I get here? How was I going to get back? My thoughts were lost in a flurry of feathers and sharp squawks as a huge bird swooped down and plucked me from my tranquility.

It flew high, and fast. All I could see was this ocean, no change in sight. I started to fear that fast as this bird was we would still never find anything different. Eventually however I sighted land. The bird had seemingly been heading straight for this all the time, as we were flying directly towards it and had not changed direction once.

We started descending and the bird suddenly let go of me while we were still some distance above the sea. My stomach quickly rose to strangle my esophagus, but not as quickly as the ocean rushed up to smack my arse with its harsh watery tendril.

Once I'd recovered the ability to breathe I struck out for shore - the bird was nowhere to be seen. When I got to the sandy beach I realised something wasn't quite normal about this beach. Something to do with the coconut trees seemingly growing upside down, with their coconuts at ground level, their leaves buried and their roots high in the air, waving around like jellyfish tentacles.

Shrugging off the oddity I quickly found a little hut. In this hut was an old fisherwoman, rocking backwards and forwards on her chair mumbling some cracked old tune to herself. She seemed surprised to see me, but not afraid. Determinedly she pointed further inland. Not one to reject free advice I removed myself from her hut and progressed in the direction of her pointed finger.

After walking some miles through the inverted vegetation I discovered a larger village. This village had all the modern trappings - tarmacadam, electricity, gun-wielding local rednecks. Great. Still, I can sort of understand why the old fisherwoman would have directed me here.

I pressed further into the village. When I turned around I could not see the path I had traveled along to get here. Oh well, not much for it I suppose, I thought to myself. I found myself stumbling into a bar - it looked exactly like an old ranch-style saloon bar. Fair enough. The people in here though were delightful - all different, all unique, all happy, all sharing. I got myself a drink and settled down to spend the rest of my strange afternoon with these people.

And then I woke up.

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