This movie-like story is based on a dream I had not too long ago. It started out with some title cards as an old Technicolor cartoon with a black and green background like an underwater scene. Along with that, I heard suspenseful music. I felt like something tense was going to happen. I will tell this dream from my point of view of what happened. Last note: since this is a dream anything can happen.
Winds were blowing fiercely, moving the dark clouds. Thunder clapped loudly. The rain fell sideways. Debris started to fly around and planks of wood were breaking apart. When the sun shone bright again in the clear blue sky,I used the wooden boards to make a raft/sailboat with all my things. I sailed while listening to Hawaiian music from my big radio to an island close by. After spotting the island , I floated there and build a shack from the raft that was made from the wrecked ship. It was a sunny afternoon so I took a walk around the shore while playing a ukulele and marveling at the tropical paradise like waterfall and rainbows that occur. I skipped and pranced around the whole day until I found a plaque in front of a mural that had an internal man/snake hybrid anatomy. It read:
The nagas are a race of beings that inhabit South Asia as well as these parts of the Pacific. The anatomy consists of the torso of a human and a snake's body below the waist. Nagas can shape shift into many forms such as a real snake, a real human, Medusa form or snake mermaid.
There was also some sort of ancient calendar beside. Meanwhile, a group of natives were rowing toward the island and it looks like I've been spotted! They came running after me . I ran away but I wasn't looking ahead that I ran into a trap. Night was falling. I found myself between of two thrones with torches facing each other. some natives were sitting in front of tiki carving. The chief was in front of the crowd.
"Tonight we perform this seasonal sacrifice to the Evil One." he announced. "O Evil One, we summon you with an outsider. We wish you are pleased!"
The natives chanted and kept beating their drums. The chief's family danced and twirled fire. Then I saw it: a silhouette of a giant snake was approaching. It started to wrap me and lick my bosom. I felt the coils smother me until everything went dark. A few hours later, I woke up to find my self on top of a mound. It was a snake's tail that belonged to a a topless man. The man was Mick Travis. a young Malcolm McDowell (or Mick Travis. I didn't see any Alex Delarge although it had Basil's design.) He was relining with his hands on his head. He looked down at me as I lie with my midriff on his chest.
"Ello, sweetheart." he cooed, petting my shoulder with the tip of his tail. "has anyone told you that you looked gorgeous in the moonlight?"
I blushed. "You have a snake tail."
" I am a naga. In fact, I'm the emperor. I rule the naga empire of this Pacific Island. Those indigenous humans hailed me as the Evil One."
You mean like Satan, I thought.
"I had eaten my previous sacrifices but I saved you because your foreign beauty distracted me. I never met a Caucasian human like me."
He again pets me with his tail.