It all happened a long time ago, when I was just out of my twenties. I'd been at a party, you see, and I'd had 1 or 7 too many. When I woke up I was rather cheerful about myself, didn't even have a hangover (most likely because I was still drunk). So, acting on that special morning-get-going instinct that all men have to get themselves out of bed (a skill usually forced upon them by their wife), I rolled lazily out of bed. Splash!

I fell into something! Wet. Water. I was rather quickly [and rudely] awakened as the cold water shocked my body. I tried to look around but I found nothing but blackness. Several minutes later I finally realized my eyes were still closed. I opened them to see a raft of some description in front of me. Clambering aboard in a clumsy fashion, I lay stretched out over the raft for a few minutes before I sat up to pull the splinters out of my back. Once I'd done that, I looked around. It seemed I was floating on endless ocean. There wasn't land or cloud or anything in sight. Completely devoid of any movement at all. The water around me rippled gently from when I had fallen in, but otherwise the ocean was completely calm. The rather rickety old raft I was sitting on was made out of damp drift wood, lashed together with short lengths of taunt, darkly-stained string. It rocked about a bit as I moved, giving of a sensation that - while pleasant - did nothing to reasure me of the rafts boyancy. Looking around the horizon again I was astounded by the sheer size of everything, the ocean, the sky, the, er, ocean....everything!

As I floated slowly, bobbing gently up and down over the water, I tried to remember exactly how I came to be in my current predicament. All I could remember was a big party, of which nearly everything was a blur. I could not for the life of me remember anything, except a few things about myself. My name was (and still is) Indianu Jonz. I couldn't remember much else, except I had a wife of some sort and a pet dalmation called Sputz who had a cute black patch over his left eye and white paws. He also had a craving for Salmon and did little flips around your ankles if he thought you had some.

The next thing I became curious about was as to my current where-abouts. I couldn't remember how I got home last night, or if I even did. While I was trying to remember I started worrying about how I'd get home, and whether poor Sputz would be okay. As I did so I suddenly became very tired and, after several unsuccessful attempts, managed to find a semi-comfortable position on the wooden raft. I drift quickly to sleep.