The funnel's end dissolves to the destination in progress, actually a dangerous meteor descending to earth. Missiles leave the earth, go wild, drink comet water, and then grow gaseous hair; when they wander to back to earth, we don't recognize the hermits, and are naturally somewhat alarmed by the new intentions as they drop out of the air, jumping straight at us, arms (fins?) wide open.     It lead to a place hidden in the desert, where they were waiting for me.