Observations and Discoveries with Mushrooms

There is a wormhole in my memory of yesterday. We were a colorful bunch who had handed our minds to mother nature and our money to an acquaintance.

I was floating in a thought bubble.  Gazing into the lake I see small fish swimming about, having no concern with any world but their own. I am an amphibian, looking upon myself with wonder. I crawl from the water onto nearby rocks, and more of myself follow suit, communicating with the tiniest decomposing organism that is, I feel, also a part of me. The self which is complex and undiscovered, the subconscious seeping through.

I pull away, and continue my journey of observation and discovery. I find a shady seat between blades of grass and focus on the fluffiness scattered through the sky. Like a child awe-fully looking up through a sunroof, I saw the sky as an ocean with increasing depth as clouds became birds and puffer-fish moving steadily about. Something tells me many had seen this sight before, my own ancestors who lived only by the natural world, governed by seasons and the circle of life.

Overcome by thirst and interrupted by neighbors, I made it indoors, where thoughts manifested and I had turquoise visions of myself smiling in the future. A yellow cafe in Portland flashes through my mind. It isn't too far away, but also not close. I feel excited for future as well as content in this moment. Two of my closest friends and I made a cozy triangle with purple pillows. The room around us is a dome, outside of which nothing exists.
We're shortly joined by the rest of our group, who bring a box. This box is filled with the energy of us all. A yellow-tan shell speaks to me. It speaks to the octopus on my leg, tattooed there with henna just the day before. It stares up at me with its smeared eye, it's curvy tentacles seem wise and inviting. At this moment, I discover that the octopus must be my spirit animal.