It feels like I should explain some things:

1. This is a joke. When creating my Portfolio I just came up with this line 'Marten. Writer of copy and incredibly awkward autobiographical fan fiction.' and it made me laugh. So I stuck with it. Or rather, while building my folio I came to think: "I could also just start writing ACTUAL autobiographical fan fiction." And so I did. And so here we are. It basically serves no other purpose but to make me laugh. But if it makes you laugh as well, please feel free to read on. It's probably going to get even funnier. *fingers crossed*
   

2. I know this isn't our third date. But I had to name these entries something and the idea of 'date' and 'captain's log, stardate something something' just kinda fit well together. Again, this is just some random stream of consciousness type nonsense. So throwing up your shoulders as a reader, saying 'Ehh..' and just going with this flow really is the best approach here. Be water, my friend.

We stepped out of our rusty cubicle into a magical fairy land. Or at least, that's the best way I can describe it. Clear blue skies, puffy little clouds, several rainbows (barf) and little, green hills everywhere that looked like you could bounce off them while going 'wheeeee!'.

Again we were a little disappointed. The cubicle could have been the entrance to a giant rusty maze of a spaceship housing all kinds of terrible Alien (the movie) type creatures. And the start of an interstellar (AND interdimensional) space adventure where me and my newfound love would have come out extremely victorious and maybe missing a body part.

But only after having made peace between all Galactic Federations (why should there be just one?), in all dimensions and also having destroyed several planets with giant laser space guns.

Instead it was looking more like we wandered into some secret IKEA project of making the ultimate, child safe, glittery, Care Bear version of Småland. Conveniently located in a single other dimension so that every establishment on the globe could connect to this one place. Saving millions on staff wages because this place looked so innocent it would probably only need one caretaker.

Then something bit me on the leg.