Part 17: National Geographics sometimes saves the world.

All this talk of impossibilities would have shaken any person to the core of their meagre existence, but as MJ was a reasonably unstressed and rational being she decided to merely figure it out later when her brain no longer cared for her attitude or her relaxed ways.

By now the magma man had come to a halt in front of the neighbour’s garage. His head cocked to the side to view this odd solid structure. Obviously in imaginary lava world there hadn’t been many places to park cars or store junk, MJ doubted he even had a license. He reached out to grab the roof, which to no one’s surprise but the garages, burst into flames and quickly followed the way of the snow.

“I think we need to do something.”

“Truer words have thus never been uttered. Have you any clue as to how to stop him MJ?” Dino looked down at her with a puzzled expression.

“Maybe we could get him back somehow? Or put him out?” The garage was now fully on fire, this delighted the magma monster man.

“I doubt both of those statements but, I have yet to think of a better idea.” MJ nodded, not entirely sure of her movement capabilities. Then she remembered a National Geographic picture from long ago as her time as a drug free and reasonably decent child. It’s amazing how many times National Geographic’s has helped someone.

“We need to lure him to the ocean... It should be cold enough to slow him down and eventually he’ll just be cold lava rock.” MJ looked up and Dino and waited for his approval. He sighed.

“I still haven’t thought of a better plan, so I shall agree to help with this. How far is the ocean from here?”

She paused and thought real hard.

“Never mind. We’re inland on a mountain.”

“Of course we are.”

Part 16: on how normal things seem

It was cold and solidly made of ground and a thin covering of snow which promptly melted in the surprising arrival of a large magma man. The magma man was just as surprised, but he didn’t melt, he merely gave a slightly less than manly roar.

Mr Dino and MJ who had been ignoring the so called hallucination of a drug addled brain, were shocked to discover that the world had restored itself to its former solid less craze state, except for the large man of magma. He seemed taken aback by this new and confounding turn of events just as much as they were.

“Ummm.... this isn’t right. His supposed to disappear...”

“I agree with you on that MJ. But clearly he has other intentions.”

“How is this possible?” She got up from her flattened state, her mind clearly mending itself as she gazed at Mr Dino then at Mr Magma, who decided to slosh stomp towards her neighbour’s garage.

“Well, the question is how has this not happened before? You clearly have had drugs before.”

“I’ve never had so much or that kind or had a rather solid supposedly extinct creature before me.”

“Hmm... if you had I suspect you’d be dead by now.”

“...yeah...”

Part 15: breaking the normal barrier

Mr Dino made long awkward strides towards the pancake MJ. His gigantic feet fell awkwardly on the disappearing landscape.

The magma mans roars continued but now he directed those white hot pools of fire in his weird head followed this new moving target. He watched as it braced itself and hopped an impossibly long distance from a crumbling snow covered piece of land to the largest on right before it.

“Oof!” Dino grunted this as he landed heavily inches before MJ.

“Get up MJ!”

“NO! Go away! You’re a trap!”

“What?” Dino swayed, confused with her sudden lack of trust in him. “What are you talking about?! I’m not a trap! I’m here to rescue you!”

“No you’re a trap! Now stop trying to confuse me giant lizard!”

“Lizard?” Dino had never been so insulted in his life. Actually he had but this wasn’t the time to reflect on the past. “I am not a mere lizard! I am a tyrannosaurus rex or T. Rex for short. I am a dinosaur and we just recently had a conversation about  the fact that I am not part of your hallucination.”

MJ allowed her neck to shift so she could view this lizard trap. She vaguely remembered such a conversation, but it seemed an eternity away.

At this point, the large naked magma man had come to the conclusion he disliked being ignored and the fact he might be part of someone else’s mad imagination. He then proceeded to break through the  barrier that held the many different worlds together and arrived in the cold world of reality, much to his surprise.

Part 14: an inner monolog

 MJ

“Why on earth would this happen to me? I mean I’m not a bad person…. OK I do drugs at times but it’s not like I’m a bad person! Everybody drinks… and that’s fine! They don’t get called bad people, and I don’t see them being threatened by this creepy naked monster lava whatever thing… Did somebody just call me? No impossible. Or is it? There it is again. Someone is calling me!

Should I say something… what if it’s a trap? It could be a trap…. Am I wearing good underwear? Yes… wait what was I saying? It’s a trap! At least I’m wearing nice underwear. That has nothing to do with anything. There it is again! The traps calling me again. Should I look up? OK I’ll just take a quick look… it’s that lizard thing with the fake mustache… it’s defiantly a trap.” 

DINO

"This is rather odd, I'm not displeased with this sensation, but I'm not exactly at ease... I feel like tea... Oh hey I'm saying something. What am I saying? MJ? Whats that? Her? Oh yes MJ right. She's weird. I need tea."

MAGMA MONSTER THING

"raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

Part 13: an attempt, but not much

His eyes did this weird craze loopy thing, the kind you see in cartoons and find mildly amusing but not that much. Lungs filled with oxygen shrunk in his massive dino chest and he dry heaved a few times in a dramatic fashion. Tiny arms flapped about, his scaly tail slapped the ground and with that, the ground crumpled and before him he viewed the world as MJ saw it. All fucked up and shit.

It was as if he had once again been transported by that annoying hippie lion on that rug, to this craze place with a molten magma creature with neked bits and MJ pressed down as flat as one could be without turning into a pancake, or a mouse pad, or something else ridiculously flat.

“MJ! I do suggest you make some attempt to get away!”

His voice carried strangely over to her ears and she gasped in relief and surprise and possibly fear of gigantic magma molten lava man thing.