I was on vacation. A friend of mine and I were on a riverboat on the Mississippi somewhere in Louisiana. There were many people on the boat, loud jive music playing, and plenty of mixed tropical drinks available. I decided that I was tired of staying on the boat, so I took a walk. There was no real transition between my leaving the boat and arriving on the shore, it just happened. I began walking along a path, which was surrounded by very tall grass, like in an African field. I came across a Paul Hoagan -looking man and he told me "don't go in there" pointing to the rest of the path. Of course, I kept going anyway. After walking through a forest of pine trees, I came to a hill with a path that was comprised of dark brown sand. I saw Data from Star Trek in his Sherlock Holmes clothes, using a tricorder to analyze the dirt.
He turned away from me and said nothing. I looked down to see two blue sharks, buried in the sand, still alive and moving, with their heads pointed upward. I asked Data "what did this?" and he pointed to a large covered bridge. I began to walk upon it, looking all around. The bridge seemed to span forever... far, far below me was a small stream, running parallel with the bridge, on either side were rock cliffs. Buried deep into the cliff walls were very very very large tanks (as in combat tanks) so buried that the only visible parts were the treads, still in motion.
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