It had been a big bang of a party last night. The regulars from The Proton Club had linked up with this awesome Ska band called the Antiquarks and had a cosmic rave -- there was just so much energy released from the crowd, radiating good vibes, everyone was exhausted by the end.
The night cooled us all down, us soaked in salty sweat and coastal surf. I think I was the only one left awake, just sitting by the stars, thinking about how I would like to hold one in my hand.
Salty air crept through my nostrils, but so did this scent that I couldn't quite place, like hamburger and roses. Looking around to place it, I realized how hard it was to see clearly when the effects of brown acid are coursing through your synapses. Perhaps the smell was merely a hallucination.
Suddenly, I felt someone tapping on my shoulder. "YEAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!!" I screamed as I laid eyes on the gelatinous humanoidal monstrosity. "Hello, I'm Hamburger-And-Rose-Petal Man." said the THING. His skin glistened with the sheen of beef blood and olive oil, and his clothing was weaved from rosepetals. "I've come to take you away to a higher dimension."
"YEAAAAAAAAGGHHH!!!" I screamed.
"Stop that," he said flatly, as he picked me up and threw my spastic form over his shoulder of beef. I tried to struggle, but he was more than chopped liver. He had a grip stronger than Habanero peppers, and he knew how to use it.
"Where are you taking me, man?!?!!" I yelled frantically. The sands of the beach seemed to me as the sands of time.
"Through the looking glass." he said, and out of thin air there materialized these stair steps, one set leading up into the starry sky, one into the depths of the ocean. "Here we go," he said as I whimpered, lunging forth onto...