text: On a dark and Eerie night, I was walking alone down an asphalt path, leading somewhere which has long since been forgotten. I could not see an end, only the long path stretching out amidst a sea of grass and flowers. I look up at the sky and see a black orb amidst the stars, so dark it could only be described as an abyss, ‘the moon’ I thought. I kept looking up and saw something I could not explain. The moon, spanning what felt like a fifth of the night sky, glowing with more vigor than the sun ever could, yet it still could not cast as much as a beam of light on this dark path. A man walks past and asks, "Oh, why the long face, young man?". I look down at him, letting my eyes off the beautiful moon in the sky, "There are two moons." I exclaimed. "Well of course" he answered, "On a night such as this they come in droves!". I didn't understand what he meant, "’A night like this'? What's so special about tonight?" i though to myself. I look back at the man, but he had already walked farther down the path. I tried to follow him, but my foot fell through the asphalt and into a pool of water that wasn't there a second ago. I pulled myself out of the water and looked up to see a massive pirate ship go past me, a ship covered in neon green lights with passengers drowned in said light, it floated past me with a violent force. Before I knew it, it had disappeared into the fog before my very eyes. Wait, fog? I looked around, and suddenly I was surrounded in a thick layer of fog. I couldn't see more than a few meters in any direction, for some reason i could see a bench, completely unclouded by the fog, it was a surreal sight. I walked along the path through the fog, the journey to the bench was simple and short. Once I sat down, I felt an overwhelming sense of comfort, "Just for a little bit, I'll close my eyes." I said. I sat down on the bench, and closed my eyes, suddenly, as soon as I closed my eyes a melting heat drew over me, I opened my eyes and somehow, I was in a desert, surrounded by sand and rock, the heat of the sun was ever prevalent, but its light had been completely eclipsed by the moon. oh, what a beautiful moon, I'd almost forgotten its mesmerizing glow, but wait, weren't there two moons? I looked around the sky until I spotted the orb of darkness, even with the glowing sun it was completely black. It wasn't a moon, but I didn't know what else it could be. I heard steps from behind, a girl my age walked past me, I ran up to her and walked along the path with her, we didn't say anything, just relish in the comfort of the little company we provided each other with. We walked and walked, the occasional glances were cast between us, after what felt like hours, the heat still hadn't as much as made me sweat a drop, the girl also looked completely unfazed. She stopped and i did the same, she looked off into the horizon and I followed, I didn't know what I was looking at, something distant was kicking up dust and sand, it was shrouded in its own personal cloud of said dust and sand. When I got a proper look, I was so shocked at what I had seen. At least a dozen dinosaurs were trampling the sand beneath them as they ran in a craze towards us, I was completely flabbergasted, I had no idea what to do. Suddenly the girl grabbed my hand and ran towards the hoard. Somehow, she threw me on top of a triceratops and then got on herself, we were on top of the stampede, completely out of harm's way. The back of the huge lizard beast felt oddly comforting? I don't know how to describe it, but I took one last look at the girl which had seemingly saved my life, as I knew somehow that I would never see her again. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the bench, but this time i was neither in a dark and dreary field filled with flowers, nor in a desert filled with fossils and sand, but in a rainforest. The first thing I saw was the path, the same I was walking in the field, same slithering, cracked and sun-bleached asphalt, it stretched far into the rainforest. On the opposite side of the path from where I was sitting there was a ravine, a giant crack in the ground, spanning the whole side of the road, looking out over the gorge I saw countless rollercoasters, some looked brand new, some looked hundreds of years old, I saw a couple carts go by, none of them populated. As I trekked through the jungle, marshes, and surrealistic forests of flowers, I could feel I was almost at my goal. As I turned one last corner, I saw a house; it was small, yellow, with two stories and a small shed. But in the place where a door would usually be, there was a toilet instead, a normal white toilet made of porcelain.