Another Vision like a Waking Dream

is when i picture a wire that is a broken, bent guitar string, that sproings forward and cuts my field of vision to ribbons out from the center like a broken mirror. it turns black, it turns red, the shards peel away, and i'm moving down a corridor like in that cruddy "3d maze" screensaver that's based on the DOOM graphics engine, only slower, the floor and cieling are pixilated tan stone but the walls from knee height up are windows on either side, with an identical window at the end of the corridor. I know that i'm in a funny spit of building on stilts jutting out from a larger structure. What i see outside the windows varies according to my mood, or rather, the color of it varies because the landscape is always the same. today it's dark brown mud leading to black and grey trees with a pure white overcast sky, which means i'm in a pretty good mood. in the very best mood i've ever seen it in the woods were lush and green proceeded by green grass with a deep blue sky and scattered white clouds. the sun was shining. if i walk to the end of the corridor and look out i can see the shore of a lake. on that day the water was blue and rippling, today the water would be black, depite the white sky. other times black woods are preceeded by red mud with a grey and boiling sky, which isn't a very good mood. one time i leapt out of the window, through dark and blood-caked pitted ground to the edge of black water reflecting flame beneath a burning red sky; entered dark and howling woods, wallowed in depression and anger. (another time i relaxed on the green hillside above a shimmering lake, indulged in laughing selfish joy.)