I dreamed I was fishing. I was sitting in a small rowboat in the middle of an ocean, one with very small and gentle waves. The sun was not too harsh, and reminded me of my native home. For hours I sat waiting, when a tug on the line gave me cause to gaze overboard. Just then, a jolt to my boat knocked me into the water, where I saw a vast and incredibly long eel-like thing with rows of serrated teeth and bright coloured stinging pseudopods adorning its face. Seeing this thing clearly coming for me, I felt time slow down as my fight or flight response looked for any way to survive. My boat was too far away and in any case would provide very little protection against a creature whose mouth had a diameter a dozen times larger. All I could see was what appeared to be a handlebar or hook on a chain, which I eagerly climbed.
Upon stepping on the hook, I was flung into the air with great speed, holding on for dear life. Behind me the eel thing grabbed onto my leg, stinging it with great lingering pain, but also trapping itself on the hook. I was being used as bait to someone else's great fishing line. In my pocket was a very small knife; I jammed my rod into the chain to help me hold on, whilst I used my teeth to very painfully pull out the pocket knife from its handle. With the small 6cm blade, I stabbed the thing's pseudopods until it let go of my leg.
Eventually the eel and I were dropped on a slate-coloured rocky plateau, caked with brown dust, sand and mud. I made a fairly soft landing, the eel was greatly weakened on dry land, struggling to support its own movements. It flopped about menacingly but was easy to avoid. Eventually the eel was grabbed by a large hand, and placed in a cooler that was larger than most human houses.
The hand itself had thick, muted green skin, six fingers in a concentric arrangement. Its skin was textured with lines, much defined by the huge scale, as if I were looking at the rocky plateau.
The creature looked much like a human, only it had two huge bulbous eyes on either side of its face. Each eye contained multiple layers of eyes, which all darted about the place with different coloured irises. When they all focused on me, all of them formed up creating a kind of rainbow effect out of two super eyes. The thing also wore a really stylish purple robe with popped red collars. Really complemented its skin tones, brought out the colour in its eye-rings.
The creature apologised and gave me its name; every time I called it by its name the name changed. So I'll just call him squidgardo here. Squidgardo offered to kill me as I was in great pain, I declined this generous offer and called him a massive cunt for using me as fishing bait. Squidgardo said it was ok because the eel he (maybe she?) caught was more intelligent than me, but I disagreed, as it clearly fell for a baited hook. Squidgardo said lots of intelligent things fall for stupid tricks, which I didn't disagree with.
Eventually I convinced squidgardo to help me, but they did it their own way. Using their magnified rainbow eyes, they used these sharp rods to pin my right upper leg to the plateau. I protested, but couldn't stop my leg from spasmming even without the rods in place, so I just waited. Using a huge pair of oversized tweezers, they clamped around my right lower leg and manipulated it with the force and restraint a human might express when manipulating the lower leg of a bumble bee. Then, using a huge pipe, they applied a great deal of ointment on the stinging-blister marks where the eel had grabbed me.
Whilst this did soil my trainer and trouser leg, the pain stopped and I regained use of my leg. I freed myself from the rod-pin, and asked squidgardo where were we. Squidgardo said when we were, where we were, didn't really matter. I asked squidgardo what they meant by that, and they said we have met before, will meet before, and in future we have already met. They explained using a cube that looking at each layer of the cube does not refute the existence of all other layers; the cube exists always, no matter what layer you are on. They then split the cube into a hypercube which flashed a ridiculous sum of seizure inducing colours at me, stating this was the same with time. Eventually I managed to argue with squidgardo until they finally started investigating where we were.
They soon concluded that we were standing in the palm of their hand. I was incredulous and asked how we could be standing in the palm of their hand; the plateau soon skyrocketed up revealing that we were indeed standing on the palm of squidgardo. Trying and failing to understand how squidgardo was carrying me and squidgardo, squidgardo tried to stop me from screaming in fear by appearing in smaller and smaller scales. By the time whole swarms of tiny squidgardos were asking me "is this better?" I told squidgardo to please just go back to a similar scale as me. They retorted that I found that more intimidating than larger or smaller forms, I agreed but said at least I don't have to strain my neck and eyes as much looking up/down.
At that point squidgardo deposited squidgardo and I back on the boat, with a normal-sized cooler box which contained the eel. The eel was now much smaller than me, but squidgardo told me not to touch it without gloves as it was still very venomous. Squidgardo started rowing with two paddles, I started rowing with a kayak paddle, and the ocean started to go completely still, with fog over the ocean. Squidgardo commented on how beautiful the ocean was like this, I commented that I've only ever seen the ocean this still before and it always means there's a massive storm coming.
At this point in my dream it cut away, almost as if to another dream entirely. I was wandering through a desert library, completely exposed to the elements. Most of the books had been tremendously damaged by exposure to sand, wind and sun, but I found that by digging deep you could still find perfectly preserved books. The more I dug deep the older the books got.
At this point in my dream it cut away, and I was looking for some tea or water in a city where the people had no faces. This didn't bother me though, as I felt comfortable there. The city was built on the slope of a mountain or hill, as it kept going downwards.
Then I woke up very thirsty
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