I dreamed of a multiverse and there we put our pants on upside down. Our fingers were on our back. Little kids hung from trees. Ice cream fell from the sky. All of the birds were one and the same. Time stood still yet a trillion years passed by as I took a puff from the stick that held the snake in my ear. My body had to turn inside out to get into this place and the ground was way over the top of my head. Jello was hello and dogs were mojo. I played the cello in the wello. I spoke a word that did not become me nor did it come from me. What of this magic mystery moment?