Unhinged my skull and gave my brain a mushroom oil rubdown, this tickling an itsy, bitsy, teeny, tiny
little bit, but couldn't laugh nor smile. After all, my hands were carefully massaging two connected hunks
of fairly important tissue, no matter if it looked like two slimy wads of rope. We're talking about my nerve
center here, my blooming brain stem, my command headquarters, my mission control. "Me to Houstion, come
in Houston. Copy this, Houston. You are deeply appreciated, Houston, but you ugly. Yup, you one big ugly mass of fat, grey, icky rope stuff. You look like the white ass of one of those dancing raisins. Over and out, Houston."


I awoke with a headache and a sticky face down by a blue river and I could smell everything as if it were a steaming bowl of soup under my nose. The dirt, the water, the fish, the plants, the flowers, everything so
vividly
colorful to my nose. I think I smelled a butterfly fart as it fluttered by. It seemd to dart ahead for a second or
so
as if propelled by the outward burst of air. Later, met a strange woman dancing around some sort of thermo-nuclear heating device. I could smell the uranium whenever ist atomic nuclei were being split. Cool smell.
She told me she remembered the future, but didn't know her past I told her it was a pity that we couldn't travel together, since we were obviously going in opposite directions.


She said, "Fear not what lays before you, brother." I replied, "Fear not that I fear, fair sister, for I know God
will
not fail me and will be with me until the end of time, which has no end." She smiled a proud motherly smile
and said, "Very well, I shan't fear that you fear, but I do fear that you fear not at all, which is a quick ticket to
his wondrous arms. I have come from forever and I will not tell you your faith is misguided, but if you try to walk on water, please bring a change of clothes."

Then I said, "Yes, I hear you well, sweet lady. God helps those who help themselves."

She nodded, smiled and walked away.