Last night I had the strangest dreamPlease, allow me to paint you the sceneIt all began in a familiar wayStrickland family vacation…naturalayIt was picture day, there were lifesize cutouts of ourselvesJillian rearranged them while we posed on stools and shelvesAct I was over, ended in a blurPart II began, I was a flâneurSoon I wandered into a big open field, found a bowPracticed archery on some haybales. Why? I don't knowTwo strangers approached, asked if I could assistTheir website had a problem, that was the gistI decided to help them and not be a jerkWrong permissions was why their site link would not workAct III commenced, things get really bizarreOctopode armies, fish shaped like a starPolitical tension on the ocean floorAquatic creatures preparing for warThe starfish army, led by Patrick's dadSpies and guerrilla soldiers they hadThey fought dirty, their tactics unfairHonor not something for which they caredIn contrast, the Octopus army was too cleanOrganized and proud, they weren't even meanI entered the arena, the starfish were invisible at firstWhen they finally materialized I was fully immersedKaal Raam was our leader, a YouTube personalityWhy was he here down under the sea?The Octopus slogan was "we fight because"Kaal stood up, said that their slogan sucksAs the event progressed I became thirsty, I analyzedBut my bottle was across the stadium, I realizedI give a humorous speech about not getting it "because"Walk to a table to get one Kaal brought whilst the room abuzzI begin to drink, he warns me it's strongThere’s a party on the eve of battle that goes all night longI swallow, peculiar liquid beginning to coatFirst the inside of my mouth, then it runs down my throatKaal tells me that it is the tears of a treeI can already tell it has magical propertiesI wake up...dream over...that’s itStart writing it down so I don’t forgetI fear no one will ever be able to explainJust what exactly took place in my unconscious brain
