Surrealistic Toadstools

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Hallucination or dream?
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I once ate a poisonous toad stool and I
dreamt a dream strange as can be.
The surrealistic dream had the brightest
colors that set my mind in a whirl.
I saw strange colored creatures walking and
talking to me in the strangest tongues.
Soon I was swimming in the warmest lake
with a mermaid in the summer sun.

After my swim I dressed and found a path
that lead to a forest so green.
The field around me had so many colored
flowers that smelled sweet as can be.
I was tired and laid upon the soft grass
and slept 'til I heard a sweet voice.
" Wake up and follow my voice sweet child
to a village where people are free. "

The Bazaar outside the walls of the village
had everything money could buy.
Clothes, food and drinks a'plenty, even
religion, elixirs and potions.
So many villagers cried " come here son,
try this, try that, you'll feel better. "
Soon I had enough of the noise and I
wanted to go back to my home.

I rested awhile before I found the way
I came into this crazy place.
I walked quite a ways until I found my
way back on that path to my home.
My dream had ended and I awoke to
hear my mom ask " where ya' been? "
I just said " I dunno', but I am really glad
to be back here at home. "

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