... Someone called it the "playpen" ... like a pre-boarding room. Glowing, stained glass, fractalated walls, with inset alcoves ... all inhabited by 'kids' ... who 'step-out' from the walls ... Or entering such a space, the 'kids' all scatter and hide, you know they are 'peering', watching to to see you get greeted by their mother-boss' ... The 'sexy gumby' ... ! I know them .. ! A whole horny family of them danced for me ! funny 'bosses' all the time ... the 'adult' entities... Kids in the play pen that are older, say 10 or 12, hold out amazing toys, those dripping, scripted, spinning, shining, shriner's-hats that you can't really call anything, but 'hyperspace toys' you could wear like a hat ! ... Younger kids just come up and look at you. They are all so unthreatening ... The Playpen sometimes is inhabited by lots of kids and I become like one of them. The 'teachers' are female forces, that definately have a task of keeping the hyperspace-newbies in-line, some how out of harms way. I get chased since I can't stop 'moving' ... , but then one goes 'up' ... way up ... ! the place looks like a library from a few flights up ... (some times I figure this is when the second huge lungful has fully made it to my blood-brain-barrier... !~*) ... I go up a golden 'pole'... through the roof, ... whispy angels start to speak to you. ... keeping you from colliding with any ' antimatter' ... in the stratosphere, above a planetscape, covered in activity. Back on the surface something, call them 'elves', are at the traffic-circle-junctions doing something like playing pinball - making our reality happen ... allowing some things, and others to not happen ... Hyperspacelotto everywhere ! .. this is like Being inside-out, and somehow seeing everything, or 'too much' ... a balloon deflates and flips inside out ... and a huge space goes through a tiny 'hole' ... easy to forget All That IS ! .. like a defence-mechanism filter..! so in coming back again, into Being right-side-in (like putting on a rubber glove, you just pulled off completely inside out), memory gets 'squeezed' out like air. Imagine as the 'glove / baloon' squeegees inside out each time all you can do is grab a few molecules of memory to talk about later ... ! One can end up making up the biggest 'cartoon' concepts to try to memorize wtf just happend; just trying to aknowledge what is embelishment takes constant honesty. But I make it up every time .. as hard as I can ... I think it takes a 'practice', like fishing with a tiny net of imagination, in a galactic ocean ... don't 'drop' the net .. ! and only by comparing our the notes of our 'wildest imagination', can we suddenly notice those astounding simlarities ... ...