DADDY sez...

Woke up for the umpteenth time, opened my eyes. The clock showed 11:57am (see interrupted sleep-pattern theme in various other posts.)

Rolled on my back. Passed out. Somewhere in the blur between here and not-here I was thrown into this acid-trippy visual display, the funk-ass 4D shit it usually requires heavy doses of some substance to induce. From my lower belly region, a deep resonating sub-bass buzzing emanated which filled this universe. The music I heard in my ears was some shit I never heard before, and right now have no distinct recollection of it - those details are blacked out. And it felt as if I was being tossed around physically like ant in a zero gravity wash cycle: all spin and inertia and directional changes, no sense of UP or Down.

That all is a poor description because these so-called elements were meshed together in a singular melding and morphing aphasiac stew of which I suspected I was only barely aware of.

And it was all so very pleasant, too. A continuously rising multi-sensual polyphonic vibration; a climax that kept on coming.

So naturally I stayed there a while. It kept going and going and going; a rising tide.

Now... Here's the weird part (as if that ain't) :

While this was happening, I had this dual awareness of the sensations of my physical body, or rather "a" human form because what I'm about to describe didn't actually happen here in consensus reality.

Anyhow, in this dual awareness, it felt as if someone was fiddling with my feet. Moving the toes around slightly and pushing their fingernails into the outside edge of the tips of my big toe and first toe (on both feet.)

I had the vague suspicion that the "aphasia funhouse ride" was somehow related to the toe thing. Like maybe one was causing the other.

I know it makes no sense, especially the dual perception aspect. I didn't think we could pay attention to 2 things, so complete awareness within dual modes of perception is... uh... not explainable really. But that's how it was.

After an eternity of this rising "energy" wave... riding this giant wave (or IT riding me)... I skipped swiftly back to consciousness, both energized and a little beat by the experience.

Took a few seconds to get my bearings. I could still feel the after-impression of something sharp having been pressed into my toes. Shuffled around, turned my head and opened my eyes.

It was 11:57am. Not one single minute had passed. I became instantly MORE confused.

Well, I was planning on going off about Archetypes and how all patterns and Models break and can therefore be transcended... Lilly-esque Meta Programming Bio-Computer crap...

got sidetracked. Sorry.

Oh yeah: Ally's yoga class kicked ass, as did Red's birthday. She needs to maybe not eat so much cake. Sugar IS an evil drug: the White Death. Yoga's a good drug.

Then again, without sugar we would not have had such a beautifully Blog-tastic Tuesday.

I got to hang with Beefcake for a bit. He's actually gotten even more lean and waifish since I last saw him.

I'm still the King of Waifishness though. He'll have to wait his turn; bide his time until I'm old and fat. Wait, that's not gonna happen: I have the Ever-Sexy gene. Poor Beefcake.

It's 9am. time for a quick nap.