Years ago I got stoned and passed out on a very fast train…
Many hours later, I was roused from a dream by some indecipherable babbling. Some scowling foreigner in a shabby blue uniform was tickling me in the ribs with a mop-handle, hell bent apparently on herding me off the train and into the darkness.
I have no idea where I've ended up. Nothing seems familiar - by a railway-siding somewhere I think, at the end of the line, I guess. I've entered a huge maze or an impenetrable jungle of some kind. There's a yellow brick road winding away forever. Many twists and turns. Burritos grow on trees. Lemonade springs. There's always music, always dancing. I'm lost but it's
kinda fun. I can hear what sounds like laughter, a babbling brook, just around the next corner