A Series of Significant Altered States

Superman.

"Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one." - Albert Einstein.

I lowered my eyelids. The walls suddenly became covered with red cushions. I was in a club. SASH! is playing. A Mexican boy peeped from the computer screen. Then a Japanese girl. The air was ethereal and cool. People were all sitting against the wall watching us. I am in a spaceship. First in command. I lowered my eyelids. I woke up. Sitting on a hard chair, on the rooftop of a building. I gaze into the nightsky. The twinkling lights of the city around me, and the twinkling of the stars in the firmament above me. The wind was getting cold. And now, Superman has come down from the skies.

Euro.

"Reality in our century is not something to be faced."- Graham Greene.

I looked around me. I was in a room unfamiliar. I was looking at a moving whiteboard smeared with the black marker. I see a figure moving around me. The light from the persistent July morning is trying to find me.

Pink M n Ms.

"In the American metaphysic, reality is always material reality, hard, resistant, unformed, impenetrable, and unpleasant." - Lionel Trilling.

The bed began to move higher. I never thought beds could fly like magic carpets. I smiled. Now, it's The Chappel's Show on the laptop.

My Traffic Lights.

"Reality leaves a lot to the imagination."- John Lennon.

There was a waterfall in the bedroom. Water was flowing from the closets. The walls began to sway. His face began to disintegrate. The skin peeling. I giggled. The lights all around me smiled. The stars were laughing and it is the music of the pealing of a thousand bells. I lay down. South Park is on the screen. I sighed. I closed my eyes. I was on top of a grand staircase in the lobby of a beautiful hotel. The lights from the chandeliers were warm. The plants on huge pots were so green and tropical. I closed my eyes. I was on a never ending magic carpet ride that took me all around the city at night. The wind was gentle. I can hear a soft voice. I closed my eyes. I was on a giant waterslide with millions of colors that would shame Willy Wonka. It was an explosion of colors. Shades of candy crimsons, pinks, aquamarines, sapphire blues, yellows, vermillions. It was like a huge paint waterfall. and I was moving fast, and then slow. I can hear a voice again. I responded. I sighed. The waterslide almost never ends. I am getting tired. I entered a cavern. It was red, and the water turned to a reddish pink sponge, and marshmallowy. I dipped my feet and they turned to sponge. And red. I sat down, my eyes still closed. I heard a voice bidding me to drink. I drank Orange Juice. And went back to bed. And I slept.