I didn't see a Man who wasn't there.
But I have had some experiences that didn't actually happen.
If you see something that isn’t there, and you are aware that it isn’t there, then you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.
The carpet, for instance, becoming a sea of tiny, golden, glowing, crabs.
Or a gently blowing curtain that is waving at you.
Or people’s faces melting into themselves.
Or a painting that is breathing.
Or clouds that soundlessly laugh at you.
I could go on.
If, however, you see something that isn’t there and you are NOT aware that it isn’t there, that’s when you freak. A good example, might, for instance, be…
AAAAAGHH! SIX FOOT LONG EARWIG'S MUNCHING IT‘S WAY OUT OF MY KITBAG!
Then, picking up my old .22 air rifle (my pride and joy), I fire off fifty pellets into the kitbag.
While reaching down to pick up yet another pellet, and taking my eye off the kitbag for a second, the kitbag has become full of fluffy, pink and blue, toy bunny rabbits. Alive, but toy bunny rabbits just the same.
I don’t question, in my mind, what’s just happened, it just, happened.
This is much nicer, I can settle down a bit and watch them rummaging around inside the bag and have a few swigs of my favourite drink, a cocktail of Safeway’s own, cheapest, ‘whisky‘, white cider(a recent refinement), and Special Brew. All carefully and precisely decanted into an empty white cider bottle where, by dint of a deft swirl of the wrist, they are blended together.
It was with about two pints of this that I’d swallowed forty Dothiepin tablets half an hour ago.
Just to see what would happen.
One of the fluffy bunny rabbits looks at me directly in the eyes.
He grins.
He has row upon row upon row of fangs. I can see the second and third rows through the gaps in the front row. His attention to me has alerted the others and now they are all starting to turn their heads toward me and slowly grinning those teeth at me when they establish eye contact, and going closemouthed when I look away from one to look at another.
Then they start to walk purposefully out of the kitbag towards me.
All grinning.
Now I’m firing pellet after pellet after pellet, as quickly as I can reload, directly at their heads from a distance of three feet but it has no effect.
They keep walking towards me without getting any closer.
Then, behind them, crawling out of the kit bag, Mad Alex, naked.
He’s a mate I haven’t seen for ages and he’s sitting on the floor, facing the brick wall of the garage in the squat where I'm , well, squatting.
He’s complaining that I’ve just shot his eye out.
It's as I'm saying how sorry I am that I’ve shot his eye out, and that it was an accident, “honest mate! You should have SEEN what was in that bag with you!” that I notice his legs are embedded, up to his thighs, in the wall.
It now dawns on me that I may be hallucinating.
The show, as they say, must go on.
Whether you are aware of it or not.
But I have had some experiences that didn't actually happen.
If you see something that isn’t there, and you are aware that it isn’t there, then you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.
The carpet, for instance, becoming a sea of tiny, golden, glowing, crabs.
Or a gently blowing curtain that is waving at you.
Or people’s faces melting into themselves.
Or a painting that is breathing.
Or clouds that soundlessly laugh at you.
I could go on.
If, however, you see something that isn’t there and you are NOT aware that it isn’t there, that’s when you freak. A good example, might, for instance, be…
AAAAAGHH! SIX FOOT LONG EARWIG'S MUNCHING IT‘S WAY OUT OF MY KITBAG!
Then, picking up my old .22 air rifle (my pride and joy), I fire off fifty pellets into the kitbag.
While reaching down to pick up yet another pellet, and taking my eye off the kitbag for a second, the kitbag has become full of fluffy, pink and blue, toy bunny rabbits. Alive, but toy bunny rabbits just the same.
I don’t question, in my mind, what’s just happened, it just, happened.
This is much nicer, I can settle down a bit and watch them rummaging around inside the bag and have a few swigs of my favourite drink, a cocktail of Safeway’s own, cheapest, ‘whisky‘, white cider(a recent refinement), and Special Brew. All carefully and precisely decanted into an empty white cider bottle where, by dint of a deft swirl of the wrist, they are blended together.
It was with about two pints of this that I’d swallowed forty Dothiepin tablets half an hour ago.
Just to see what would happen.
One of the fluffy bunny rabbits looks at me directly in the eyes.
He grins.
He has row upon row upon row of fangs. I can see the second and third rows through the gaps in the front row. His attention to me has alerted the others and now they are all starting to turn their heads toward me and slowly grinning those teeth at me when they establish eye contact, and going closemouthed when I look away from one to look at another.
Then they start to walk purposefully out of the kitbag towards me.
All grinning.
Now I’m firing pellet after pellet after pellet, as quickly as I can reload, directly at their heads from a distance of three feet but it has no effect.
They keep walking towards me without getting any closer.
Then, behind them, crawling out of the kit bag, Mad Alex, naked.
He’s a mate I haven’t seen for ages and he’s sitting on the floor, facing the brick wall of the garage in the squat where I'm , well, squatting.
He’s complaining that I’ve just shot his eye out.
It's as I'm saying how sorry I am that I’ve shot his eye out, and that it was an accident, “honest mate! You should have SEEN what was in that bag with you!” that I notice his legs are embedded, up to his thighs, in the wall.
It now dawns on me that I may be hallucinating.
The show, as they say, must go on.
Whether you are aware of it or not.
