The end all be all

Bryan and I boarded the cruise-liner for our honeymoon to discover that everyone we've ever known was also taking a cruise that week. Fantastic. Interesting as it is, it doesn't seem too crazy of a situation, and we settle into our cabin for what should have been a romantic and relaxing honeymoon. Not long into the trip, we feel a shudder and rush out onto the deck area. Not knowing what had happened, we asked a fellow passenger what was going on. He motioned over to the rear of the ship and there we saw it. We had been harpooned. Oh, that's just awesome.

As we were being dragged backwards through the water, many of the other passengers started to get anxious, while I was getting more and more angry. It would happen on my honeymoon, after all. We were finally dragged all the way to a secluded beach on a tiny little island. It was beginning to seem rather Gilligan's Islandy and I was becoming rather bitchy. I just happened to look at the boat as it was sinking (why it was sinking still remains a mystery) and I noticed the name painted neatly on the side. It was The Ark.

Well, shit.

I ran through the crowd of people I've known through out my life gathered on the beach. (It's interesting to note at this point that they're clothes have all been tattered and torn from the few minutes that we've all been stranded). I finally find Bryan, for whom I didn't know was missing until now, and told him what the name of the boat was. He looked down at me and said, "It's ok, Emily. I made sure we got on that boat for a reason." AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

As I run in the opposite direction, I see a giant hand herding the masses into a giant, weird, metal, round structure that I, of course, didn't notice until now. I don't want to follow, but the sky is becoming increasingly threatening and the waves are starting to pick up. We enter the structure through a giant metal revolving door and are guided through a series of twists and turns before we come out on the other side. The other side has people walking about in lab coats and glasses, carrying tubes and beakers and all sorts of scientific-looking gloob. Again, awesome.

Then, the old man from the Truman Show walks up (You know, the crazy guy that started the whole show...) and says:

"You're world was ending, so we decided to pull you out. You are the lucky ones. Some of you got left behind. You may be wondering, 'why me?'. Well, that's simple. You are the most watched. You are the most entertaining. We actually like you."

I wake up.