INTO the pipe I go

I went on an amazing trip this morning. I went into the pipe. I crawled ever so carefully trying my best to keep a grip on the icky, slippery sides of the grimy, calciumnated pipe walls. All went well at first. I don't know what prompted me to go into the depths of the pipes like I did. But I had awakened from a beautiful, liberating dream and thought from the moment I awoke that this was something I had to do.
I was searching for something. I can't remember now what it was. But it was something big, enough that I kept on going even though the insides of the pipe was so aromatic(not in a good way but still strangely appealing) and the dark and what mysteries it hid from me was frightful to ponder.

All went well till the pipe suddenly cracked under my weight and I was ejected at great velocities with the rest of the dog gone pipe. my mother was not too pleased to have to pay for a plumber to come. The plumber shook his head in awe. Never, he said, had he seen anyhting like it. Through my mirthful embaressment, I forgot what it was that I was searching for. This is nagging me. I shall not sleep for five nights.