Aside from a couple of interesting encounters with certain strains of cave fungus, and the produce of certain enterprising hydroponics engineers in the Warren, my interaction with recreational psychoactives has been minimal. In spite of this, my studies have brought to light many fascinating approaches to substances of this type: the Huichol and their peyote, the ayahuasqueros of the Urarina, and of course the ganjasmoking Rastafari. I wonder which holy drug this band were on when they wrote Dreamy.
Offered to me by a colleague at the Library, I settled down to enjoy this track a few evenings ago in my humble bedsit. Swimming into perspective with a soporific, twointhemorning kind of beat, the hazy vocals and soothing bass lulled me into an easy fugue. In this serene state I was Below, walking pathways carved into the gargantuan roots of the prehistoric trees that endure still, long after the trunks died. I was searching for something, though I do not remember what. The gentle splashes of the cymbals became clods of earth dropping and shattering on the rocks far below. The distorted synths rippled in the air as drifting, bioluminescent spores, pulsing and guiding my way through the tangled paths.
It was quite distressing when I came round from my turn, at the song’s rather abrupt climax. I found that my bedsit had been entered. The wards had been disturbed and someone had knocked over my lapsang souchong. After an examination of the room I determined that an item of some worth had clearly been taken, judging from the empty spot on the mantelpiece where dust had not yet collected. However, I’ve been unable to ascertain what the missing object is. I believe this has something to do with the song, although whether the song itself was responsible or whether the music drew an entity near which capitalized on the distraction, I cannot say. The object itself must have been of no little importance, to warrant its theft, though my attempts to ascertain the nature of the intruder have thus far proved inconclusive.
I advise the Warren to investigate this song further, with caution. I hope to make an additional report when I have recovered from what I presume to be an amnesiac episode, and identified the object to which I believe the songfugue was directly alluding.