of these thoughts, emotions, and uncontrolled reactions occurred within
mere seconds as my arcing, fusing brain capacitors made what I realized
after the fact was a preposterously stupid decision: my brain told
my mind that the thing hovering some four feet from the grassy ground
on this lovely summer day in the country was in fact a large shrimp.
fantail shrimp was floating in the air right in front of me!
of concept and experience that occurred as my brain refused to accept
what my brain was insisting upon brought about that lightheaded reality
crash we call fainting. But I didn’t collapse to the sward in
a pile of floppy flesh; I just gripped at a convenient drainpipe, stood
my ground, and continued on as a third-party observer, while my memory-bank
brain and my experience-receptor mind battled it out between themselves.
finding a rhinoceros in your apartment; think of a tiny zebra grazing
on fennel leaves in your shoe, a dog trotting along the bottom of the
ocean. Surreality is fun in paintings and movies but it’s a screaming
panic in real life. The creature in front of my eyes was, in all apparent
reality, an airborne crustacean. My senses were utterly out of control,
civil war was breaking out in my head.
the creature lost interest in the tomatoes and sped away. It glided
the air in the same unnaturally vertical posture and with no apparent
effort, as if controlled by thought; mind over matter like
thought. The scene was nightmarish, surreal yet material and unmistakably
real in the brightly defining sunshine of an otherwise ordinary day.
the thing move through the warm golden air and then disappear into
the thick greenery of the forest beyond.