When we set foot upon the Strangeland, a steady rain fell from the blackened sky, artificial lights illuminated the innermost area. The surreal lawn we stood upon stretched in all directions into the gloomy darkness, white lines approximately 10 meters apart laid the lawn out in a checkerboard-like grid. The lawn was made of a material, resembling ordinary grass near our entry, but displaying increasing levels of artificiality towards the center. At some point the grass seemed to even lose its smell and organic texture -- a flexible non-material.

A two-dimensional man stood guard, halfway between where we stood and the entrance to a central, innermost area. From our original entry point circling forward, he seemed to become thinner and thinner, even disappearing for a moment when he became infinitely thin from our viewpoint.

Groups of armor-plated creatures knelt together within the fenced-in innermost area, as if silently praying before an armor-less creature holding texts of some sort. A larger, three meter tall creature resembling a stork kept watch just within fence's gate. None of these creatures seem to give warning or even notice our arrival upon the scene. In fact, the only sounds we heard within the Strangeland was our own bewildered mumbling, our dog's frightened barking -- especially at the two-dimensional being -- and the steady rain falling on our rain gear.

We circled around the entire field, discovering an exit on this far side. Before we could reach this exit, our poor dog became temporarily insane from the strangeness of it all: he began yipping in a deranged way, running fierce circles around us until he misstepped and took a hard fall in the wet, slippery grass. This seemed to sufficiently break his crazed fit, enabling us to take our exit while we collectively had the wits to do so.