My mind is like a rave. A rave inside of an elfs dream. Mist filled and swirling, waterfalls can be heard
way off


              in the distance

And there I am

                                   floating away

to a new place, a place that I can call mine
A place where art

f
l
  o
   w
     s
from the rivers creeping in between the folds of each layer of my brain. Grand Canyons filled with mounds of silk and NASA memory foam.

I'm sliding between the silk my fingers aching for the clack clack clack of mechanical buttons
my arms want to lift heavy bails of hay
make an honest living

while living in a far off world

                                  a                                        far                     far                               off      world

where I am in Firefly cruising with the crew on Serenity

Making out with Jewel Staite, who would of course be Kaylee teaching me how to fix a warp core engine on Voyager while Captain Janeway and my mom command the entire Battlestar Galactica Fleet.

And I would be the ace pilot known for making peace with the Toasters and when my feet touch planetside

I would say "Frack the orcs!!!" and with airsoft guns and righteous fury I would charge into battle

on the back of a                            f
                                                        l
                                                          ying
Unicorn with the tail of a lion and the front hooves of a tiger and the back legs of a dog.

And the wild west would put an amazon cool breeze to my back while I cruised across the desert running from Reavers on my
sand speeder.

And the rebel alliance would hook up with the Browncoats to fight back the 501st legion who had gone into a civil war with the Alliance. And the battle of Serenity Valley would be won with the help of mercenary orks sent who had joined with the Taurens and with their high powered armor and

shifting spells I would be

                              swept away
by
            a


super hero of my creation

Straight from Paragon city.

And while my father took control of the Deathstar I would blast off with Wash on the Pegasus

To go find Xena and Gabriel who would be in the depths of Hades fighting Aries.

And after making
Aries mortal we would all fly off to Minas Tirith for a drink with the Heroes of the great war between Sauran

and the good folk of middle earth.

With a whistle Gandolf and Merlin would summon Shadowfax and I would joust on his back with Sir Lancelot.

The beautiful Guinevere would take me as her champion and I would ride back to Avelon where the celtic warriors of the past lay in peace and quiet.

And from the mist Stonehedge would materialize waterfalls comming from the large stone monuments a head dress of flowers upon me and in a white toga I would accept the all mighty Thor as my protector till he was struck down by Helm.

And into the heavens I would glide through clouds and space and time until I was looking down into my mind, and the holographic projection

of my
                        imagination


took                           to
the         air

                            and
       materialized
in                                       my
             dreams.

Where as I slept both vampire and
werewolf            had
                                           taken hold of my throat

and I was left with no
choice but to               man their hybrid mech warrior, biobot
  where only I could bring peace between the the dwarven werewolf  and elven vampire alliances.

I would be a hero, I would be a grunt, I would be an observer, I would be a player.

Large scale in the world of underworld crime
    transporting black market blood to the needy drow beneath the surface of the world

and bringing back Druegar slaves for the men of Rohan. And while
vampiric blood suppliers laced their supply with crack,

I would be smuggling it to the outer rim with the Firefly crew

to help            the

lost citizens of

Newer Britain

Fight the evil dictator
and authoritarian government that had taken control.

And V and I would dissappear into the dark

             our only residue

the beat of a techno synthesizer as I

                          fade once more into the Trance, like the rhythm of bodies at a rave

flashing colored lights and strobes. Pacmans eating the aliens from Space invasion.

            and still my fingers ache to click a button, to pull a trigger, to steer a ship and hear the rumbling guttural roar of an engine or the pounding of boots.

Well polished, well organized, chaos. Docmented the entire story lost all of it in translation from my mind to this screen

all of my imagination angels that look like devils who act like humans.
All gray
no definition

the
perfect
society.

In my min with conflicts all looking to get out. Out in imagination out on horseback, in flack jackets, in spaceships, in armour, in knights with AK-47s and Steampunks with Machetees.

Assasins NOIR codename adding me to their team to subdue the overwhelming urge to step into my imagination and leave this all behind.

A post-Apocalyptic gaming scenario about to come true.

And then I will be living the dream. Guns no gas lots of technology no one to use it, every one for themselves.

Tank Girl minus the messed up Kangaroos, Tank girl plus the Mutant series that came with the teenage mutant ninja turtles RPG.

Thick makeup wacky costumes All the best SciFi Fantasy combinations.

And
     Now
            I
              Retreat
                          Into
                               The
                                   Recesses
                                                  Of
                                                      My
                                                         .
                                                          .
                                                       .   .  .
                                                          .  .
                                                            .
                                                         Mind