A thousand earthy aromas explode in my pink, freckled nose sending urgent messages of intense pleasure to my dormant limbic system. My excitement amplifies until I become intoxicated with sensations of summer. Out here under the brilliant azure sky, caressed by the silky warm air, where everything sparkles and glows with exotic, reflected light dancing through enchanted trees, I float along succumbing to the seductions of the season.
Sensory system on overload, I’m racing now, with a vague awareness of hard, round pebbles of bauxite bruising my bare feet, but I’m lost in my senses, oblivious to pain. Beginning to breathe heavily, the thick odour of the bush hits me, eucalyptus, red soft dust, and then a sickly stench of death as I pass a kangaroo in the process of returning to the earth. Yet I can’t resist the attraction, stopping briefly to appreciate the soft grey fur. I’m a child of nature after all.
Brilliant blue, green and red flutter immediately past my eyes in a stunning kaleidoscope of colour, so beautifully that it makes me quiver. If only I could touch them, feel the vividness of their colour, grace of movement and essence of life.
A sudden burst of commotion ahead, all my senses on high alert now as I’m torn abruptly away from my daydream and propelled perilously back into reality. Out of the blue a roar of unintelligible gibberish descends, its deafening din echoing sharply inside my inner ear. A panicked cry escapes as I find myself at the sacrificial centre of some demonic ritual, surrounded by a quartet of bizarre dwarf beings, one laughing, one taunting, the other two yelling obscenities.
Trapped and momentarily frozen in this manic circle of satanic sabotage, head spinning from the confusion of voices speaking in tongues, heart pounding from surprise and anxiety, breathless from panic, I become acutely aware of potential dangers.
Instinctively I react to the blended odour of old sweat, pathological halitosis and foreign urine and am suddenly overcome by a compelling desire to urinate. I break away blindly into the nearby forest with the dwarfs in hot pursuit. Their anger and irritation escalates as I relieve myself on a small ghost gum. Everything is suddenly small here. They continue shouting incoherently, their twisted mouths exposing stained flashing teeth and emitting crystal droplets of saliva that glisten in the filtered sunlight. Sailing through the air, the little crystals attach to my body and hang there like delicate Christmas lights. It’s surreal.
Now the ranting is barely audible. Instead, I am sure that I can hear a voice whispering my name like the warm gentle breeze singing to me, beckoning. “Come,” trilled the voice so enticingly that I am lifted by an inner force and propelled into the forest, and I don’t look back. Away from the nightmare, toward the lilting familiar tune I race, straight into the arms of my best friend. “Good boy,” she sings, smoothing my ruffled fur. Umbilical cord attached, we embark on the safe journey home.
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A true story. Think about it.