The Nomad Chronicles

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The Seed playing by The Roots.

I am hiking alone in the mountains in North America. Angel is with me. But, she looks different. She's a redhead. Then she morphs into a horse-woman. I morph into a cat-man. We hear music coming from a valley. We smile, hold hands, and run down the mountain. We dance to the music and we run.

We stumble into a large marijuana farm. We follow the music through giant marijuana plants. The plants are dancing. WTF. Pollen falls from the plants, and we get covered in it. We are the size of insects. We make balls of pollen and throw them at each other. We lick the pollen off each other. We turn into pillbugs and roll to a clearing.

The Roots is playing. They look like little brown trees. The guitarist grins at me, and morphs into a yellow jacket. My eyes bug out. The other band members turn into insect. The lead singer is a beetle. The DJ is a pink and red Praying Mantis. The drummer is a giant shiny green beetle. The bassist is a rhinoceros beetle. The guitarist is a dark grey praying mantis.

Angel and I turn into mantids. She says, "I promise not to eat you."

We laugh, and dance again. We turn into bees, and fly and spin in the air. I have 360 vision. Everything is bright. I feel like I am tripping MUTHAFUKKIN BALLS!

Angel screams, "Holy shit Nate! I AM TRIPPING MY BALLS OFF!"

"SO, THIS IS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE A BEE! WOW!" I scream.

We scream. mad with euphoria. I feel like my soul is crying with joy. My soul is strange ugly little naked feral boy eating wolf feces to survive. My soul becomes a hunter. Wearing a leopard pelt, wielding a mammoth femur. WTF.

I am a bee in the Outback. I flying over the grass. I smack into a screen. I am watching The Rescuers Down Under. WTF.

I try to focus on the dream.

I see black.

I open my eyes. Angel and I are lying on a bed of leaves, on a hill, watching The Roots. She rolls to her side.

"Dude! Close your eyes on this shit! It makes you trip harder, OH MY GOD!"

She lies on her back, closes her eyes, and smiles. The world changes, and she and I are horses. Then, we are jaguars. Our forms keep morphing as the world does. I wonder if it's my perception... I feel nauseous.
I focus on the dream. I open my eyes. I focus on the guitarist to stabilize the dream. He appears clearer and brighter the longer I look at him. He morphs into a claymation tree. WTF. He gets so clear, it feels hyper-real.

HOLY SHIT, ANGEL, I AM TRIPPING MY FACE OFF. WHAT IS THIS.

"It's the loco crazy devil weed man!" she says like Cheech.

I go into myself and focus on nothingness. Even the black feels sharp and bright. I begin to see stars. Inner Space? Where is this?

The atomic universe? There are sentient beings living on atoms? WTF!

Each atom is a universe. I am in the center of an atom. The sentient beings are inside the atoms. I give up trying to black everything out.

I focus on a star. I morph into a minotaur, and fly toward it. Astral Parasites try to stick to me, but I spin them off. They try to come back, and I activate my energy field which I have to burn. I let a few get burned up. I activate my aura shield with my third eye gem. The astral parasites bounce off. I hope to teach them to fear me.

I summon my spaceship. She jumps out of my disk on my chest.

She morphs from a Woman to a Spaceship. Amorphous Brown. She forms around me. We are suddenly on a planet where everything is covered in wood. I begin coughing. She forms a space suit around me she says this is part of a hydrogen molecule, so everything living here is hydrogen based instead of carbon based. I try to walk. I am floating. I spin through FA's. I have hundreds of FA's in a row. I wake up, and try to stand up, as I fall back to sleep and wake up....

I feel nauseous. I focus on the music alone. I open my eyes. I see Angel dancing.

The lyrics are different, they go like this:

Some of us want to drink beer,
some of us want something cold,
you young can have that, we old
we want the flame, the fire,
give us the herb of our desire,
oh her name, her name,
is Mary Mary Jane.

Oh, you make me feel good,
I almost feel bad, but I know
you're so good, the cure for cancer,
the bane of man,
we don't need to be so ill,
we don't need all this chemo and pills,
oh, i know, i know, you keep me warm at night,
i provide the herb, your produce the light
some want a beer, some want a roll,
i, give me rock and roll