Chapter+5


 * Chapter 5**

When he finally came around, George found himself on a raft floating in a large swimming pool filled with flourescent green jello. He looked out toward the edge of the pool and noticed that it was surrounded by a number of overgrowm mauve nudibranches armed with bazookas. At this point George was wondering how something without appendages could be armed. Speaking of arms, George noticed that he was rather thoroughly attatched to the raft by multiple steel hancuffs. "Ahem." said a high-pitched, raspy voice from the other side of the pool. George looked in its direction and saw that on top of one of the bazooka-wielding nudibranches was Sam, eating a sterile-looking waffle. "What's going on?" screamed George, "Why am I strapped to this raft in the midle of a pool of green jello guarded by a bunch of mutant sea slugs with shoulder-mounted missile launchers (which were somehow mounted on the nonexistant shoulders of gastropods), and why are you eating the waffle equivalent of distilled water?" "Well," replied Sam, "We could start with the fact that there is about a 75% chance that you're hallucinating."

"What?! How could that be?" "It's simple." replied Sam. "You just downed a lot of coffee. Coffee laced with things not comprehensible to your tiny little brain. That stuff is making your brain go wild, ere go, making you dream."

"So..." said George, "This is kind of a lucid dream?" "Well, I guess so," said Sam "But, the projection you see as me, Sam, is actually here. So it's sorta like a shared dream... If ya know what I mean?"

"I... This... But...." stammered George. "Don't worry George, you'll wake up soon; though I will STILL be stuck in ALL of your dreams from now on." Explained Sam. "WHAT??? I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND!!!" George screamed like a baby. Sam started to say something: "Explain about all of this to you later, I will..." when his voice trailed off.

WHOOSH!

Everything came back to George. The coffee. The dizziness. The-- slugs? There were a dozen slugs sliming their ways across George as he came to. George quickly jumped up and brushed all of them off. Snickering, George speed-walked to the cupboard and took out a sealed titanium box labeled:



He then entered the secret code, opened the box, and removed the little canister in the center. Still laughing maniacally, George sprinted back to the slugs and sprinkled the clear, cube-shaped powder onto them.

Suddenly, George realized he was not in control! There was something else!

"Oh yes, dearie. You are not alone." Who was that mysterious voice? "Are you confused sweetheart?" That voice! like nails on a chalkboard! "What do you want?!?!?" cried George. "Well, it's been so long since I've had any company. I think you should stay here with me." Suddenly George couldn't move.