I drove, drove down the highway, noticing a very large woman eating banana peels over her dead mother's body on the side of the road. I was going so fast that I only got a glimpse of her, like a flash of slow motion, deep-throating the limp peel like it was a hollow, discouraged penis.
I screeched the car to a halt when I noticed police blocking the road, and was apprehensive till I realized that they had blocked off the road so that they could have a policemen orgy right in the middle of the open road, under the wide expanse of blue sky. Sexy! So I ran them over, jizz and blood staining my tires and front bumper. Too bad for them, but they would've died of skin cancer sooner or later anyway, doing it like that under the burning hot sun every day, weather permitting.
As I continued driving, the sky darkened in fast forward from powder blue to reserved blue to sapphire then to black, and after some time the waning half moon rose, ominous between the asscrack of two sumptuous-looking grassy knolls. I stared at the moon, got distracted, and my car swerved. I yelled in surprise as my car went off the road, tumbled over itself once, and landed in a small, shallow pond.
I got out of the car, my expensive leather boots sinking into the squish of the pond with a slick ease, like sliding myself into my boyfriend's ass. The comparison bewildered me, for ass surely smelled better than this pond, and with a mutter of disgust I ran out away from the morass, up towards that crack in the hills where the moon was rising. I got closer and closer to the moon as I went uphill, and lo, I ran right smack into it when I reached the highest point of the crack. The moon screamed, took one look at my boots, and rolled down the other side of the hill in sheer terror. In this way the night scenery was engulfed in darkness, alleviated only by a little starlight.
It was so hard to see that I stumbled around the hills, reaching out with my hands in case I tripped over something. I had given myself up for lost when suddenly a loud explosion knocked me on my back, and when I got up a second later, I noticed that my car had caught on fire and was burning brightly. I walked toward it, but had to stand about forty meters away to keeping from being overwhelmed by the heat.
As I stared at the conflagration, beautiful butterflies with clear bodies and silver wings flew out of the flames, and flocked around me in a whirl of light. They landed on me briefly, touching me here, there, kiss kiss kiss, and soon I was hard as a rock. I took off all my clothes, lay on the ground, and moaned as the butterflies swarmed all over me.
As quickly as they converged on me, so did the butterflies fly off my body once I was done, carrying little seeds in their probosces and depositing them in the fertile ground nearby. Within seconds, large trees that looked like blue glass sprange up from the ground, and water gushed forth from the tips of each branch, extinguishing the automobile inferno in a matter of seconds. The butterflies were unfortunately caught in the line of water fire and they disintegrated, each one screaming in pain when they shattered.
Unfortunately, it was dark again. I put my clothes back on and crawled, groped my way back to the steaming hot wreck that used to be my car. "Rufus," I whispered to it, "are you okay?" I got no answer, and began crying.
My tears wouldn't stop. They were running over my body and melting my clothing off as they ran down and formed a puddle beneath me. Soon I had flooded the whole area, and I was swimming in a hundred-meter deep ocean of salty liquid. As I swam in the dark, blue light began to shine within the depths and great statues began rising up from the ocean floor. As they rose up from the water, the sky lightened gradually, so that by the time their heads had fully surfaced above the water it was bright as day. I rejoiced, swimming around and frolicking amongst the heads of light grey stone as silvery fishes swam around me.
Suddenly, a bolt of white-hot lightning came down from the clear blue sky and pierced my entire being, and I felt myself being jolted and sizzled in the salty soup. I opened my eyes wide and savored the smell of burning hair and flesh as my vision faded to black.
Then, slowly, my vision faded to blue, then to plaid, and then I saw the plaid of my flannel bedsheets encasing me. I realized I was lying in bed and had just woken up from a dream. Relieved that I wasn't really dead, I looked out the window to savor the view of nature in the late morning.
I was disturbed, however, to see a large white sphere in the distance rolling down an ominous hill, and became even more disturbed when I noticed that it was coming towards my window. To get away, I quickly dressed, and slid into Rufus, who moaned with delight as I did so. I started his engine and sped off. I drove and drove. I drove, drove down the highway, noticing a very large woman eating banana peels over her dead mother's body on the side of the road.
I shook my head and drove on, chuckling when the policemen came into view, and I pressed hard on the gas pedal, grinning more widely as Rufus purred in agreement. We never did like policemen.