To awake in place with black sky, not dark but black. No stars pierce the shroud, and no sun can been seen, but around is a glow of green, the green of the mushrooms, standing in sickly shadows under the dancing white purple daisy chains wrapped around the neck of the beast. The sitting down man make no move, and the one legged birds hop with their beaks stuck in the ground. To awake in a place like this would prompt an accusation of drug use. But it is a place, like infinite other places, which reside in the brain, hidden from view in the boxes of worlds until the lid is lifted.