[i]Stand on stranger sands, and behold the alien flow of the worldly waters.[/i]

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It's to be expected that rampant unfamiliarities rob you of sensible process.

So the first thing Clifford did upon waking was thrash about, darting his half-operable vision left and right, towards these unknown lands and these unknown people. The striking beauty of it all completely passed over him as the question raced frantically in his head of [i]where the hell he was[/i].

Was it a mere dream? No. No, it felt too real. His dreams were never this lucid. No one's truly were.

Clifford distanced himself some from the rest of the waking group of strangers, assuming the worst of them immediately. His one functional eye continued to dart around until it happened upon the flaming being nearing the group from one side of the surrounding field.

Again. Rampant unfamiliarities, loss of sensible action.

Thus, Clifford turned and ran.