WHY SO WEIRD? THE DREAM

We snuggled, inside a book, an encyclopedia, and kissed. We deepened the kiss, using picks and shovels, and passions flared. In the heat of passion (we had to use twelve buckets of Passion fruit, unlike before), the large book combusted, driving the pistons of love wild. We rotated, wound on a crankshaft, increasing speed in frequency and magnitude.

Rita coughed that time was running out, and true to her cough when I looked out, there was time, sprinting at a moderate pace in running shoes over the hills of Nahau Hao. We then applauded, clapping our butt cheeks for he (time) was going to win.

We walked out of the stadium (when did we get to the stadium?) but my mind was too tired and was resting at a nearby inn, and in any case, the road was waiting for us. We got onto the road and blinked at it to take us home.

Along the way......it is a long dream, I'll continue. First, sample the bit above.