Ship to Las Vegas

I wake up on a ship, with no idea of how I got there or what I was doing before that, ever. I remember seeing a middle-aged man, with a thick beard and a white, poor looking cap. He was staring at me, then he started talking. He said something about this and that but I was still in a state of shock and didn't understand a thing or two of what he said.

The whole setting was colored in a reddish, eerie color, but it was making me feel good, for some reason. I look at the man again, he was still talking. I notice that we are not alone on that ship, two other men were there as well. They were young, kind of like me I might say. Somehow they looked familiar. But no. It is just my mind playing tricks on me.



I wish I would know where I am, this question makes me nervous. I stand up, looking at the surroundings. I see a huge river. I think it is the Danube, but how can I be sure? It doesn't really look like the Danube. It looks more like a river that got released from those stories that describe hell.
Then I notice a chain. It was rusty and huge, the ones that are used for anchors, I figure. I follow it with my sight to see where it leads. It led to another ship. Yes, there was another ship, anchored to this one, or vice versa, I still cannot be sure. Why would there be two ships tied to each other through a chain, in the middle of a huge river, I repeatedly ask myself.

I look at my fellow passengers yet again, trying to figure out who they are. They all seem familiar somehow, even the captain that looks like a pirate. My memory has failed me, I cannot recognize them.

Without being able to realize where I am, who I am, with whom I am and why am I here, we all embark on a journey that I did not agree on. Even the other ship, the one that is tied to ours, joins us in this journey.
The next few hours, days, or months, I have no way of being certain, everything that happened, happened without my knowledge, like somehow I reentered the state of coma that I was in before all this came to me.
I wake up once again, on the same ship, but the people are different. I know one of them, this makes me feel better.

I try to see where we are, we cannot be in the same place as before the second deep coma. I was right, I wasn't in Kansas anymore, as the word goes. No. I was in Las Vegas, or so I thought from my image of Las Vegas, created by films and photographs appearing in my mind.

I do not know why. Why would I be in Las Vegas? Does Las Vegas also have a river crossing through it or by it? Not that I know of. But honestly, what do I remember? Not much sadly.
The next thing I know I am on a building, a high building, maybe it was a mountain? Maybe. I see myself talking with the new man on board, the man that I know.

I am still confused. Everything faded after that. Where am I now?
Where am I heading to?