January 19, 2018

I was transported into a fantasy world and found myself on the back of a large quadruped contraption. The machine was lumbering its way towards the shore but the mechanical birds overhead seemed intent on preventing that. We weren’t supposed to “escape” and the flyers did not hesitate to use lasers to stop us.

When we finally made it to the docks, someone walked up to us and asked if we were really going to sail across the water. They also said that they had informed the opposite coast and the town was now in flames. We didn’t buy their bluff and decided we were still going to cross.

Right before leaving however, my dad pulled out some crudely drawn maps of the opposite shore and asked if they would make any corrections. Their eyes lit up until they quickly stopped themselves. “Wait, I can’t show that to you organics” they said.

My father pointed to an atlas on the counter and asked what is was. He had difficulty reading the words on the cover and said it felt like “trying to build a time machine”. We then discussed whether we were going to check into the “Hotel CoCo” or “The Kotomaru” when we got across the pond.