Sureallist Dreams With a Touch of Lemon

In front of me is a small lake (that would be small, for a lake, not a-small-lake.) Two figures are dancing on top of the blue blue water - a color I can only see in dreams. They weave and bob in cream robes, jumping high above the water against a backdrop of trees. To their right is a hollow in the water, it bubbles against gravity in an unturned mesa, the water there is milky. To their left is a patch of lemon yellow seaweed. The scene is exquisite and the figures keep moving in their lyric way until the woman leaves to go stand on a whale shaped log. It is a good 20 feet high, covered in the yellow seaweed, and there is only one way to reach her. One must go through an obstacle course upside down. Many men try to do this, but I am content to watch their efforts. I tread out onto the water, avoiding the bubbling water and the yellow patch of weeds, and take in the scene. The woman appears noble and calm, and I suddenly realize the men look exactly like monkeys swinging upside-down on the poles at the zoo. With this, I leave, because there is no more dance.

I am walking around the shore of the lake with my family. My mom decides to take the train around the lake instead of walking. In order to board the train, you must run along side of it and grab onto the railing then swing into the moving car. I find this very difficult. When I fail repeatedly, I begin to hear the Mario Brother's theme song. As if my efforts are just part of a pixelated game.