BIT OF A STRANGE DREAM, ACTUALLY...

The circle, the square, and the circle gets the square. From the dark sky blood and gravy rains down from bloated, corpulent cumulous delecti, covering the city with a thick brownish, slimy, ooze. We all try to walk through the bemired streets and slip, and fall, and crawl, until the gravy-blood overtakes us, drowning us in it’s thick, ever-flowing solution. Those that can’t (or won’t) fight their way to the surface are doomed. Those of us who can, claw our way through the congealed skin on the top and swim to the boats, the rafts, the dinghies, and other floating debris will survive. It will be a tough life on gravy-blood world, but we will persevere, seeking out the citrus fruits to prevent scurvy, and drinking the gravy that surrounds us for nourishment. Looting will be of course unavoidable for the first little while until our little floating shantytowns become self sufficient. And of course pirates in their giant gravy boats (complete with saucers) threaten us, as well as giant brown sharks, and other deadly gravy-mutated fish with slimy mouth tentacles will pick off the unfortunates, leaving the rest of us all the more powerful and stronger.
I wake up and look around, troubled sleep and strange dreams are par for the course for the first few days in a new place.