Vertigo. The world swirls and undulates. I'm not on mushrooms. It's too much for me. Eyes closed. Ok, you can open them. Surprise!
I've spent the week with my eyes closed. The more they are closed the better. My dreams have been rich and suspicious, full of tattoos, tampons, weird bathrooms, dancing to Otis Redding while pulling empty luggage, an Apple customer-service job, and infatuated/saturated boy-band crushes (swoon).
My third eye is open. I can see through that one just fine. My witchy Indian dreams like a drumbeat in and out of the moon cycle as I spin on my visual top, topsy turvy and wild loops through the sky.