opposer.dream                           
  
                                          
   intrinsically weaved within the space  
 between what  the brain  constructs  and 
 the  real,  the space which  we  usually 
      call the aether, distortions,       
        anomalies, can appear under       
 circumstances, peculiar ones, folded in  
 like liquid  crystals, appearing  as  if 
 you  suddenly  rotate your head in  some 
 fourth dimension (usually  more or  less 
              uncomfortable)              
                                          
 the opposer looks like  a concave square 
 balancing   on  a  corner,   with  round 
 cutouts along  its  edges making it look 
 like a pointy  cross, or  something from 
                   twewy                  
                                          
 it's  hostile,  maybe not  conscious but 
     active, perceiving, alive in some    
 sense. but i feel as  if that might be a 
   reduction, that i'm interpreting the   
 tip of something much  larger and  alien 
 to  me.  maybe  not   alive,  then,  but 
             something worse.             
                                          
                                          
                                         
                                         
                                    
                        
                          
                                 
                                
                                     
                                       
                  
         
                                
                                      
                                 
                                
                                
                       
                                   
                                         
                                         
                                          
         various forms like these         
                                          
                                       
                                    
                                      
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                      
                                
      
    
                              
                                      
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                      
                                    
                                       
                                          
                 it morphs                
                                          
                                         
                                         
                                       
                                     
                                
                                   
                                       
                                       
                              
             
   
                       
                                  
                                        
                                  
                                
                                    
                                      
                                        
                                         
                                          
   it appears in it's truest false form   
  inscribed all over your vision, in the  
  case of nightmares, evil meditation, or 
   drug-induced transcendental states.    
 living behind the curtain, so to speak,  
  in the liquid between you and the world 
                you're in.                
                                          
   but even in calmer times, it's never   
  too far away, and you can find yourself 
    transfixed by floor tiles, jewelry    
   (totems? charms?), trees, and other    
              such things...