Last night I dreamt of a surreal adventure that took me from the bustling streets of Paris, France, to the depths of the Pacific Ocean, guided by the eerie glow of an ultramarine abyss. It all started when I sipped on a can of Mtn. Dew Kickstart: Black Cherry and, like Abraham Lincoln once said, “Whatever you are, be a good one.”

As I strolled along the romantic scene, the city’s overcast skies seemed to hum with an unusual energy. Taylor Swift’s voice drifted from a nearby café, singing, “You are the best thing that’s ever been mine.” The lyrics echoed through my mind as I crossed paths with a peculiar creature lurking beneath the surface of the river—a goblin shark. It had the features of a Leonardo da Vinci creation, a nightmarish fusion of art and reality. “He’s so baby girl for real,” I muttered to myself, completely bewildered.

With my heart racing, I decided to follow the goblin shark, which led me to a hidden portal beneath the Eiffel Tower. I was swiftly transported to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, where mysterious, bioluminescent creatures swam in a mesmerizing dance.

A detective, clad in a sleek pair of Converse sneakers, approached me with a stern expression. “Jessica,” he said, “you’re here for a reason. These goblins hold the key to the Quintillion question. Je ne sais qui?”

My scrambled eggs and bacon breakfast felt like a distant memory as I tried to comprehend the detective’s words. “Balls!” I exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.

He pointed to a group of creatures that resembled dragons, their scales shimmering with an otherworldly iridescence. “It’s all a part of God’s plan,” he whispered, “to unveil the secrets hidden beneath the waves.”

Together, we embarked on a mission to immobilize the goblin sharks and decipher their ancient language. It was a race against time, for the overcast sky above the ocean hinted at an impending storm. The detective and I worked in tandem, using strange devices and arcane knowledge to communicate with the enigmatic creatures.

As the goblins revealed their secrets, the breeze from the surface ruffled my hair, and I couldn’t help but think of Taylor Swift’s song once more. “You are the best thing that’s ever been mine,” I murmured to the detective.

With our newfound knowledge, we sealed the portal and bid farewell to the goblins. We returned to the streets of Paris, where the world seemed unchanged. Yet, deep down, I knew that beneath the surface of the Pacific Ocean, a hidden world held the answers to questions I couldn’t even fathom.

The detective disappeared into the crowd, leaving me with a sense of wonder and a newfound appreciation for the mysteries of the world. As I walked away, I couldn’t help but think, “It’s all a part of God’s plan,” and I knew that my adventure had only just begun.