Dream #2 - Swamp Things

Paul McCartney was going to take a trip down south from NYC despite his financial troubles. He took his $100 million gold plated yacht and shipped out of the harbor amid blue skies and calm seas. At some point around the coast of Georgia he must have run out of gas and decided to rough it the rest of the way. At a run down shack he rented some sort of giant ostrich lizard type creature from a grizzled looking old man. He set out across the swamps and marshy fields. But the swamps were full of snakes. We're talking Indiana Jones number of snakes here. They sprung at him, latching on to the two legged beast of burden and to Paul himself. He did his best to pull them off but they kept coming. The gnarled leafless trees in the swam thinned out and he sped across an open field, coming abreast of a barbed wire fence running along a deserted road. He spurred on the beast who gracefully jumped the fence with its bird legs cast behind it. He rode off into the distance.

*Intermission* ♪ Let's all go to the lobby...♪

I stood in a glass dodecahedron looking out over the wilds of the Muskokas. All around me flowed lakes and rivers bordered by tall pines. I was about to leave the tourist pavilion when I noticed overhead one of the panes glass had something in it. It appeared to be the distant silhouette of a man in a canoe, and indeed, as he drew nearer, he resolved into such. I wondered at his appearance in the pane overhead and figured the image must be reflected from some other angle. I searched and searched through the windows but found no such canoeist. Even checking the possibility of many angled reflections I came up with nothing. The image on the glass seemed like some kind of video projected onto the glass or a portal to some other universe.

*The End*