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...