He got lost.
And oh boy was he LOST. Just looking around the area, there was no way he wasn’t completely and astoudingly bereft of direction.
He stood at the corner of a street full of colourful clown, each with a bright red nose, multicoloured hair, and many multitudes of horns, prank flowers, and bowling pins being thrown around like money in a mall. The buildings were charming, small and brick with little windows and vitrines choc full of the latest goodies.
He had one thought though, and that it was he was lost. Where did the clowns come from? Who knows, they probably belong there; but that was the difference. He didn’t.
All of a sudden, a large fish flips its way over to him, and asks him if he can spare some change. Well, not to a fish no! He didn’t have any sand dollars. The fish took this news bitterly, however. The fish splashed angrily, but it had no effect.
He then woke up. What a strange dream, he thought, I could have sworn I was going to punch a fish.
The man, now aware that he was in bed, then promptly passed out once more.