Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I am sitting on a bench all by my lonesome. I’m staring at the ground blankly, when Justin walks over to me and sits down. Liz is standing across from me and smiling widely.

Justin is complaining that he doesn’t have any other clothes to wear, so I assure him that I will go find some. I skip across the street to the mall and walk into a pretty average size store. I go straight to the clearance rack and begin rummaging through the boys clothing, but I realize it’s all so tiny. There’s a woman who’s desperately grabbing things off the rack. I smile at her and she gives me a stern gaze, one of utter importance.

I see a young boy, maybe twelve years old or so. He’s wearing skater clothes and a beanie.
“Hey kid,” I say, “you got any fives or tens on you?”
“Yeah,” he replies. He takes out a large stack of money and hands it to me. “I want twelve dollars back though.”

I take out two dollars from my pocket and one of the tens he handed me and hand it over to him.
“Woah! Thanks!” He says, a huge shit eating grin on his face.

I start feeling completely overwhelmed by being in this store. I don’t like the florescent lighting or the creepy shoppers milling around aimlessly. I bolt out of the store. As I cross the parking lot I realize the woman who had been looking through the clearance rack is following me. She walks across to her van and stares at me. We have some sort of conversation.

I find Justin and Liz, but now they are surrounded by a group of kids. We all decide we need a house to live in. I end up walking down the street and opening the door to an empty house. We all pile in and as everyone’s scrambling to claim their rooms I start trying to get everyones attention. It’s so loud in there, I realize someone is playing the drums in the next room. I open the door and peak my head in, “Hey guys mind stopping for about a minute and a half?”
The girl with red and pink hair who was playing the drums nods and agrees to time out a minute and a half.

I announce that I think everyone should come exploring with me. The vast majority of the group agrees that this would be a splendid idea.

Together, we venture out to a sandy beach. We're all sitting on this cliff made of sand. The sand is dry and crumbly, the drop off the edge is maybe 20 feet down to the beach where the wet sand is... the water not far away from that.

Off in the distance I see this huge creature leaping and diving in and out of the water. I realize that it is a giant whale. The whale comes onto the shore and starts charging around looking crazy and violent. The sand I'm sitting on starts to crumble more and more by the second, and I realize I'm going to fall. I start desperately trying to edge myself up onto harder surface, but instead I plunge straight down to the wet sand and am face to face with the whale. It keeps charging at me and I keep trying to scramble back up to where my friends are sitting.

Finally, the whale submerges itself back into the depths of the ocean. As this happens, all my friends seem to fall down to where I am.

I momentarily forget about the whale as this vast layer of fog clears over the ocean and I can see in the distance what appears to be a carnival.

"It's the punk rock gypsy carnival" somebody says.

We stand there, staring longingly out into the distance at what appears to be the happiest place on earth.

The whale reemerges and makes its way right to where we're standing and bows its head. It wants us to ride on its back. We all pile on and it ever so gently takes us straight to this little lit up island, nestled behind the fog.

The carnival itself was pretty cool. There was good music, fun rides, and underground caverns and tunnels to explore.