Fungi Dreams

Had a Fungi dream last night
First came the explosion of light,
blinding white.

Then bright colours shone over my darkness,
did I really just see elves in the rafters?

Blurry images flooding my pineal gland became clear,
and my higher state of consciousness was surely here.

Endless fields of beautiful dreams,
drinking tea alongside malevolent schemes

Everything and nothing existing both at once
The energy of death and rebirth was filtered
through magic vacuums like dust

Just wave upon wave of potential realities,
awaiting perception to manifest.

Soaring above
I saw hate, religion, plague and love.

I saw a merging of metaphysical energy,
and geometric symmetry.

I saw life as a symphony,
and music as its harmony.

I was overdosed by epiphanies,
and doused with all possibility.

I saw a magnificent vibrational entity,
and a place where souls could sleep.

No sense of self, no time, no illusions
just a flowing, growing consciousness
with infinite convolutions.

Matter spewed plasma with heated desire
universes were created and universes died.

Had a Fungi dream last night,
once great knowledge departed
I returned to the reality 'they' call life.

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