It started in a field by a watermelon patch,

Then there were wolves who started to snap,

So I started running through the land,

I sunk straight through like it was quick sand,

Landing on a huge square floating around,

Of many colors but darkness around,

Shaking rapidly I slipped right off,

Landing in ginormous water trough,

Sunk right under and fell through a whole,

Landind in whiteness surrounding whiter than snow,

Still, quiet, nothing in sight,

Then all of a sudden on top of a hill,

Overlooking a Valcona that was surprisingly still,

A mountain made of pink and tiny blue pills,

Then behind me I looked on top of the hill,

There was a cliff to nothing but a giant hole,

I fell, terrified, then I saw a pole,

I grabbed for my life, I was scared of the unseen,

Then I woke up and realized it was all just a dream.