Trip down to pit of my soul

First came the squeals, and the old modem and fax sounds. Loud. Piercing. It felt like death was imminent.

But then among the blackness, I began to see animals of rainbow colors, in a rainbow colored forest. But they were magical and they'd disappear as soon as I tried to focus on them.

The only things that let me see them clearly were the skeletons. They were colorful, much like Mexican sugar skulls, but they weren't that exactly. There were a number of them. They felt friendly but they commanded respect without saying anything.

As I opened my eyes I could see that the world was made of Legos. Everything was made of Legos. Bricks that hold the world together.

Chris looked weird.

I liked it better the time that Shawn brought the duck back. But I am glad I took both trips.