Quotes / Reality Is Out to Lunch

The area around the tower of Al Khali, under the relentless magical bombardment, was already drifting beyond that reality horizon where time, space and matter lose their separate identities and start wearing each other's clothes. It was quite impossible to describe.
Here is what it looked like.
It looked like a piano sounds shortly after being dropped down a well. It tasted yellow, and felt paisley. It smelled like a total eclipse of the moon. Of course, nearer to the tower it got really weird.

Ghosts aren't a rare sight in here. Things that exist tend to disappear, while things that don't tend to appear. Auditory hallucinations and similar occurrences aren't out of the ordinary.
You won't get the job done if you lose composure whenever it happens. Besides, world-renowned scientists are working day and night to solve similar supernatural phenomena in this facility.
Our job is to provide an optimal working environment for them, which isn't an easy thing to do. In any case you guys aren't allowed to leave this place for the next month without exception.
Even if you die.
— PANDORA employee at Hell's Gate complex to the fresh laboratory rats... er, infiltrated agents and other janitors, Darker Than Black

Arthur: Ford... I think I'm a sofa...
Ford: I know how you feel.

I don't know what you, as outsiders, can do about this place. If you try to nuke it, then the missile will probably change into a sperm whale or something. If you send soldiers, their weapons might backfire, or not work at all, or turn into bananas.
David Abraham, Improbable Island

This is the universe calling to tell Tagon that his reality check has bounced.
Narrator, Schlock Mercenary

Vexxarr: So any energetic oxidation of flammable gas results in small disgusting mammals...
Minionbot: That seems to be the case.
Vexxarr: So how are we able to live in this framework of physical laws?
Minionbot: Would you like to see your X-rays?
Vexxarr: Not really.
Minionbot: Just as well. They all scurried off and hid in the air vents before we could really study them.

Factory-engines roar like false lions. Blood thunders in the dock-pipes. Crimson lightning skitters across the deck, leaps to the rail, coils there like a cat. The city is reflected in glassy-calm harbour water: the citizens there have the heads of dogs and serpents.

Hell has brought freedom to the Iron Republic: freedom from all laws, even those of nature.

This party never stops! Time is dead and meaning has no meaning! Existence is upside down, and I reign supreme!
Bill Cipher, Gravity Falls, "Weirdmageddon (Part 1)"

Reality Bites It:
In this variant, no monster lives at the bottom of the swimming hole - no face is given to the enemy. Here, however, the draining does more than just bring subconscious wishes to reality: weirder things happen. Realty begins to break down. Hallucinations are given shape and form. Passing thoughts are carved into the walls of the quarry, or painted on local houses or business in blood. Roads out of town either disappear into a dense fog or simply break off and disappear into a wretched, grey canyon. Animals speak, inanimate objects gain lunatic sentience, and all water becomes flammable. The membrane between this world and the spirit world thins and tears, and the characters must deal with the result.
—"The Swimming Hole," Mysterious Places

Leak detected! Malevolent idioplasm gushes. Liquid anti-dream. Laws of gravity and polar magnetism warp. Compasses go insane. Heed the floating stones. See the neon tetra glimmer. A foreboding, magical place. Romanian bedtime stories come to life. And now a new mechanical sound, not the Orochi digging devices, but a subterranean machine not built by human hands.
And all the while come the spoors, a contagious prayer of titan molds silently preaching a tentacular cosmology.
The Buzzing, The Secret World

"I am somewhat preoccupied with telling the laws of physics to sit down and shut up."
Vaarsuvius, The Order of the Stick

With the fall of Praag, a wind of solid darkness blew from the Realm of Chaos and swept over the land. Out through the Chaos Gates it roared, over the Troll Country and into Northern Kislev. The malign wind blew through the streets of Praag, howling and screaming, and where it passed, the boiling Aethyr followed, absorbing that land of men.
The streets of Praag bowed and warped before its might. Men and stone twisted and became as one. Living things melted and reformed within the very fabric of the city's streets. Souls were imprisoned in torment, crying out from twisted stones. Anguished and distorted faces peered out from cracked and warped walls. Agonized limbs writhed from the pavements. Pillars groaned with voices that once belonged to living beings. Praag had become an incarnate and walking nightmare - a taste for all of what lay ahead should the Chaos Gods prove victorious.

Looks like reality went on a trip and lost its luggage.
Sam while on the Mystery Vortex in Sam & Max Hit the Road.