What the...?!

I am generally a lucid dreamer, a practiced dream-observer and cataloger, often dreaming within dreams, even a dream's dream within a dream's dream, skipping around realities, playing with infinite possibilities, exploring the synchronicities of past, present, and future, and sometimes -even all together, and not always (or often) as my self or any tangible being that interacts; though there is always feeling. So, in a repertoire of relative weird including shark-slugs the size of Double-Decker Buses, Napkin Eaters (as a profession), tripping on drugs I've never tripped on, living as a canoe paddle, etc., how can I choose a winner?

I cannot. But here is a recent favorite of the strange,

from the night of April 20th 2015:

taking a walk through the jungle

admiring the play of light through the trees

and the dancing of butterfly’s and buzzing bees

seeming-to-be purposefully guiding me

through the thicket of shin-deep foliage

requiring one to pick-up their knees

when I came upon a clearing

drawing my eyes skyward

where a storm was brewing

all dark grays and purple

waiting... for just such a witness

so, I stood beneath the rain

watched a super-human body

basically 3D printed from the elements

to house an ancient kind of consciousness

requiring of two hearts and three brains

with a 34 count of ribs to accommodate it

and 7, double-knuckled digits per hand

for I-don’t-even-want-to-know what

constructed from skeleton to skin

with no hair to speak of

not even eye-lashes

maybe second eyelids…

strangely innocent

as if asleep in the clearing

midst rain-heavy fallen trees

home to worms and grubs

I can almost feel squirming

beneath their deepest shadows-

only to suddenly realize

my conscious body

hadn’t gotten there yet-

just now, entering stage-left

and circling the clearing

cautiously side-stepping

right into me-which-has-seen

becoming me, who is seeing

this naked-in-the-rain being

apparently sleeping

in the middle of the clearing

strangely innocent

and I make the mistake of

turning my back to look for… anything

that will give me a semblance of reason

for this naked, hairless giant to be resting

under an umbrella of rain soaking the clearing

but though I strain, I see and hear nothing

only sense an intensity baring down on me

whirling around again, with wide-eyes to see

those alien eyes looking down so softly

curiously, and maybe a little imploringly

having done so much for understanding

to be standing there, face to face

an open hearted mind of the human-race

and the newly homed ancient consciousness

filled with mutual awe beaming between them

the storm rumbled but quickly dissipated

sadly, taking the dreamer-part of me with it

back to the waking world

where Wolfie’s hungry

-M.E.