I've been feeling very strange today. Like I'm on the verge. It's a good feeling, I wouldn't call it ecstatic, but when I close my eyes, I start see again. I closed my eyes for a moment on the train home and began to dream almost instantly. I thought entering that state was supposed to take some time, but it doesn't any longer. And I keep on noticing odd things, things that have been there before, but I never saw. Walking home from the train, down the only street that leads to my house, there is an old, faded *DO NOT ENTER* sign, despite the neighborhood being residential, and the street being two ways. And I keep on closing my eyes, and it feels better that way. The less I watch, the more I see. It's peaceful, but peaceful Like how you can watch a fatal car accident, knowing that everyone involved was going to die anyway. But the beans. And the cream of what. Walking up to my house I had this horrific fear that something knew I was coming and would ambush me. I thought at first maybe my neighbors were going to confront me about all the fireworks I set off and whiskey I had drunk on New Years. But it wasn't that at all It was cream of wheat, and beans. In a generic plastic bag. Sitting there. Waiting for me. Uninvited and unwanted and unpurchased and unexplainable. And I took the bag inside.