I once endeavored to search out the world of pain relief and lucid waking dreams,
but
I found that the dreary headed feeling that comes when awakened from restful sleep was all I needed.
Stumbling with full consciousness, staring at things that seemed out of place, but weren't, I behaved like one who is at home with black lights, Nag Champa incense, and the band Phish.
No tree, plant, fungus or household chemical was needed: Just a rude awakening at an inopportune time.
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