Number Six

I left my consciousness in the sixth dimension. It was crowded with science fiction. I couldn't find a seat. Because my thoughts were conventional, I was thrown out. Nonetheless, I was contaminated by dragons, trolls, and pet cemeteries. So I went back with a twisted ankle and a toothless grin. Amazing! I fit right in. Did I mention that I had a seeing-eye dog? He had conventional habits like crapping where he ought not. I barely escaped the collective ire.

Now I'm back at my desk. My mind is half here, half there. My dog is howling at the moon, but I'll tell you straight. I don't travel on a broom.