Abu Dhabi: and the possibility of a psychotic break

I stumbled from the plane, sleep sodden and confused.  My hair disheveled, my clothes crumpled, I was carried in a sea of passengers towards a seemingly inevitable destination.  Finally, and without warning, I was spit out into the airport transit lounge.  I blinked and blinked again.  Did the Abu Dhabi airport really have at its center an enormous lime green and cobalt blue tiled cyclone? 

Or was I still dreaming....