I do a double take.. looking around I realize the world is slowly becoming more and more like a painting. As I blink each consecutive glance yields a greater cartoonish autmosphere.

Running with much haste.. looking left and right.. globs of a paint like substance begins to coat and change everything. Is this evolution, a dream, a act of a god remaking the universe at a frozen parcel of time.

As i run my bodys weight becomes lighter and lighter.. until I find myself floating a bit off the ground... With wings flapping.. I look over the world and wonder.. Is this the afterlife, Is this a dream, where am I and what is going on.

Thinking I seen rodger rabbit leads to the assumption of a dream. But what is reality other than what the psyche projects upon the environment that it percieves as realism.

Have I fallen into another demision, abducted and altered during a humble nights rest, or could this be the outcome of the stasis of a coma.

Pondering my rl and wondering about my state of being, after some panic I decide to go with it and see where this dream be it reality or be it a mere dream I head out on what appears to be one bizarre adventure.

What will happen next? Where will I go? Only time will tell.

A beautiful snow starts to fall coating the cartoonish trees with a light magestic dusting...