Sunday is always a laid back day, the day after we just hung out with friends, staying up till 1 o’ clock in the morning, drinking soda, and eating as many unhealthy snacks as possible. And then you have Friday, the party day, where you and a bunch of friends all get together, and go to your favorite place to be wreckless at. But this Sunday was unlike any other, a day that cannot be topped, nor duplicated , a one of a kind day that only a select few if any people could ever experience. My eyes crack open to bright sunlight, I can smell pancakes cooking in the kitchen. I walk down-stairs, into the kitchen, surprised to see that nobody is there cooking the pancakes, but a steaming plate of soft, fluffy pancakes with gleaming syrup and a slice of butter to top off the masterpiece is sitting at the kitchen table, totally clean, no other dishes already eaten, in the sink or stlil on the table, no cereal boxes or anything, the kitchen was totally clean, no pancake ingredients where still on the counter. I shout, mom, dad, no answer, something was going on here, but those pancakes kept distracting me, so I sat down and dove my butter knife through the soft goodness of the pancake, I made sure I had enough syrup on the bite, and swept my fork acrossed the plate, absorbing spare syrup into my pancakes. I take a bite and sink my teeth into something surprisingly sweet, salty and somehow spicy and a hint of sour. The vision in my eyes closes into tiny receeding holes, then everything goes black, and the outses noises muffle out into nothing, the pancakes delicious smell was gone, and the sticky syrup on part of my hand was gone.
I woke up in the middle of A rainforest, surrounded by sounds, and the soft patter of rain hitting the green leaves. I got up startled, doing what ever possible to make sure that this wasn't a dream of any sort, I would try and move vigorously, hitting myself with random things. I stopped, shocked, realizing that this was real, and that somehow something happened to me, whether it be bad good, or somewhere inbetween. I tried to calm-myself down and think of what I was going to do to get out of here or to solve this riddle. I thought back to what I did today, but all I did was eat that plate of pancakes, somehow I knew it was the pancakes, but my conscience wouldn't accept something so out of wack. I heard a rustling in the forest, I looked around and noticed a Tapir, a pig like mammal walking through the forest, it's unusual snout dangling in front of its face, the Tapir was incredibly small, but really amuzing, it kept getting closer to me and cooing at me, it eventually got so close to me, taht it began to rub against my leg sort of like a cat does to spread its scent. It then suddenly and abruptly started to run not in fright, but like it saw something, from somewhere. I felt that I had to follow it, I ran after the Tapir, tripping over the roots in the trees, I started to really open my eyes to the sights of brazil, the gorgeous trees and the colorful wildlife within the area, frogs, and other small organizms where abundant. The Tapir eventually stopped up ahead, where the forest cleared out into blank white space, literally. Once I got to the Tapir's position my perception of the blank white covering whatever that was to lie beyond the forest. The tapper started making, frustrated noises and kept tilting it's head toward me, it wanted me to enter the white wall. I stuck a finger through it to test it out, only to find my body violently getting sucked into the space. I appeared atop a gigantic statue overlooking a poverty stricken city, Rio de Janeiro, I was scared, if I fell from this height, it would be certain death. I could see that the statue was the famous Christ the Redeemer, I was atop his left hand, sitting next to an unusally appealing bowl of Feijoada, a stew native to Brazil. The black beans and freshly cut pork, steaming out of the bowl into an amazing aroma. Like the pancake this dish was perfectly set, with a fork and everything, A thought hit me, If eating the pancakes teleported me to Brazil, maybe if I ate this it will teleport me back to Wisconsin. I grabbed the spoon, scooping up the hot broth, tasting it was dreadfull, like the pancakes, a blend of salty, sweet, sour and spicy tastes, once again my senses where dead. I awoke not to comfortable Wisconsin, but to a clean, brick lain street I noticed the signs where written in French, I looked around more and noticed the Ifle Tower directly to my left in the open. It was gorgeous. A french girl grabbed me by the hand, speaking frantic french, she was incredibly excited, and incredibly gorgeous, she seemed to like me, for reasons unknown. She took me up the eifel tower, we where the only ones there no other visitors, it was the dead of night. We reached the top alot faster than expected, once again a white space appeared this time, blocking my view over France, the french girl pointed to the wall, muttering more illegible words of French. I knew what I had to do here, but I didn't like it, France was beautiful, but I didn't want to leave now. I had to get home though that was my main priority, and maybe this is my ticket home. I stepped through the wall, ariving at the very top of the Tower, somehow I had landed feet first onto the tip of the tower. Another bowl of stew lay atop the tower, but it was already in my hands, which was ironically unusal to me. It was called cassoulet, which means casserolle, it was filled with many vegetables, that didn't look the greatest but smelled amazing I quickly slurped up the broth. I hoped I landed in Wisconisn this time, but once again I was in another part of the world, this time, south africa. I was sitting down at a native african ceremony, people where dancing, drums where pounding, and the people where humming, or singing in that unusal tone. They where wearing unusual wood masks, very large wood masks, probably representing spirits or gods of theirs. I was brought up by the dancers, grabbing my arms and forcing me to dance, somehow I was really good at it, I performed with sync to the dancers, there was an aroma of spices that the African Shamans where sprinkling over me, and humming creepy words, there eyes rolled back in their head. I saw the wight wall again, except this time it was around my entire body, I was inside of a rectangular box of the unusal white, I touched one of the walls with my finger and landed up surrounded by African spirits in a sea of Black, there gray-blue floating form was soothing to me. They presented me with a plate of Bobotie, prepared with lamb, rice potatoes and onions, the plate was made of gold. There was no fork, or utencil, so I grabbed a piece of the lamb and ate it, it tasted like th other foods had, the experience was basicly the same. Except for the fact that I landed up inside of the Taj Majal alone with a giant blue colored stone being, It was the Indian god Shiva, floating in mid-air and speaking to me in plane english, it's voice boomed throughout the mosque, he was telling me not to fear, and that this time, he would help me to retrieve the next meal, which was incredibly serious but comical, because after all, A god was making a big deal of a snack. This snack was samosas, made of meat, potatoes and vegetables, stuffed inside pastry dough, and cooked in oil. He muttered then in in-human tone, that sounded alienish, and the white wall appeared but small, and shaped like an oval. I touched the wall and ventured into the Indian world of the dead, It was truly a mythical place, with elephants walking on hind-legs dressed in fine clothes, grass colored purple, and trees of blue and some green. A plate of samosas lay in front of me, surrounded by Gigantic elephant statues I took a bite of the food and zoomed off to Beijing, China, but I was falling from the sky, into the city, or more so into the white wall, I appeared at the Great-wall of china, but everything was tinted in gray, a colorful floating figure appeared, the happy face of Buddha, whose soft flosh, molted into rock-solid form, and dropped atop one of the towers now in the form of a statue, and on it's lap, a platter filled with chinese food all in small bamboo cups, it was called Dim Sum, it was very tempting, more tempting than the last few in-fact, I climbed the tower dove into a random cup of Dim Sum, and was whizzed off to a blank white world, with no walls, it was never-ending, voices echoed throughout, A shadow appeared, of an unknown figure, who walked slowly towards me. He told me that I had died, and now was in a state of limbo and he was to determine whether I went to Heaven or Hell. He didn't talk though, it simply made my brian think of the things he wanted it too. The results came back, but there was a problem, I wasn't going to heaven or hell. I was to stay inside of Limbo forever. He shook my body, yelling this information to me, a mouth had formed. I was exiting the state of Limbo and into a soft bed, my mother was there, yelling at me, saying "Are you sleeping, forever come on let's get up and go the statue!" What statue, I asked, she said "Christ the Redeemer... is there something wrong with you?" I abruptly shot out of bed, realizing I was at a hotel in the middle of Rio de Janeiro. My mom told me "You must've gotten hit bad by that Fall." What, what fall, I don't remember fallling at all. "Exactly" my mom said, you tripped over a tree root, when you where chasing that tapir and fell and hit your head on a hard rock." When did we get here, I asked, she replied with "Sunday morning." I then asked her, what about the pancakes... what pancakes? She said.
