But I am normal.
I drive a Datsun and dream of starships, is that weird?
I see iguanas and imagine shen-lung, is that strange?
I’d rather navigate the cosmos than the New Jersey Turnpike–who wouldn’t?
Can I help it if I take matters in my own hands?
Is it my fault that the dimensional rift caused by the short-term effects of my FTL drive during that unforeseen instance of time displacement just happened to unlock the psychic gates to a world of leviathans, gnomes, and drunken thunder lizards?
It could’ve happened to anybody.