Hunt of teh Jabberwocky - Entrance to wonder.

>This is impossible. A madman´s delirium.
>No way to be lost in this park swallowed by a rampant city and left forgotten that calls itself a forest.
>I just wanted to take a shortcut through this shrub instead of around it to get home.
>But no just a few steps off the beaten path and tree branches on my face, and the path is no more.
>Whatever, just walk in a straight line and you´ll be out, right?
>Nope.
>I reach a clearing on this woodland, an itty bitty clear river, no deeper than my toes.
>What is a flow of water doing here without city trash floating over it, or cigarrette butts at its shores?
>One could feel he has reached a place no human has ever stepped upon.
>There is a stool right there near the water. I briefly sit on it.
>Let´s rest, and take an account of all my stuff.
>A small pack with a pocket umbrella, a small bottle of water, a chocolate bar, and a tin can with a basic survival kit.
>On my jeans I have my trusty cellphone and earphones, wallet, and something extra.
>I call her little red. My trusty folding knife, always ready for the zombie apocalypse.
>An unusual softness, accompanied by an audible poof, and some multicolored smoke reveals it not to be a stool.
>I just sat upon a giant mushroom.
>What.
>Mushrooms do not get that big ever.
>In fact, looking around, trees do not have iridecent leaves, nor faraway birds are pink and roost over massive trees.
>Was it something I ate? Am I suffering from an hallucinogenic trip caused by a spoiled burrito?
>On my bumbling lookaround, I cross the small river, not noticing my reflection upon its waters.
>Oh shit, I must be tripping right now.
>The forest has become madness, fungi grow everywhere and their forms make no sense.
>Trees seem sculpted and trimmed by a gardener on LSD.
>The pink birds all poke their heads out in unison. Human girl looking faces.
>Nope Nope Nope We are going back.
>Little river is no more, now it is massive and roaring and unpassable.
>Human birds all take flight towards me, wingflaps making Jub-Jub sounds.
>Apparently, flying making Jub-Jub sounds is not an effective way of flying.
>They all fall ungracefully from the tree, attractive feminine shapes landing on each other with feathery fluffs.
>But I´m still running, because they are now also throwing eggs.
>Oh my, apparently, there was now a cliff here and I just stumbled over it.
>My real body on non acid trip world will be found after it starts smelling, I fear.
>There´s an audible and funny short squeak, and I land on something pink.
>Ok, short fall, no bones bent on wrong angles, wait, squeak?
>Jub-jub birds are now all just watching over the edge of a cliff, amused.
>I stand up over a hissing pinkish purple tentacle thing with teeth, and follow it.
>The fleshy tentacle recedes, and other three join at the hissing.
>They surround the back of an impossibly gorgeous woman, 2 heads taller, as she incorporates from a sleeping position.
>Is that a set of wings and tail, and horns too?
>She starts to turn around, and for a moment, everything stops.
>Not because of love story cliche conventions, mind you.
>Something rock hard has hit me and my head is crunching now.
>The wetness and gooeyness of my cranium contents spilling over my back an front is what I´ll feel last, apparently.
>Some of it is even spilling over this new girl, as she raises ferocious claws to stop the mess from reaching her face.
>Hold on, brain matter does not come in transparent white, and yellowish colors.
>I touch my head, and reach over to grab eggshell pieces over it.
>The monster and me stay motionless for a moment, processing the fact that we just got pelted with a big egg.
>Birds on the cliff all look disappointed, as if a whoopie cushion had not created a farting sound when sat on.
>They whispered amongst each other "Oh, the egg was too young..."
>Purple girl started going red. Then, she took a long breath, and spat out fire at the air.
>She went "REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" as she spat out hot death. She´s a dragon gurl.
>Jub-jubs run away terrified, flapping and bumping into each other like a flock of turkeys.
>"Let´s play a game." The angry dragon snarls. "You run now, little human. I shall hunt you last."
>She launches herself at the pink dodos, with biting jaws, and claws grabbing handfuls of feathers.