more hallucinations.

Sometimes people just have too many ideas spinning to know what to do. Maybe it's an over-active imagination, or severe paranoia, or a lack of intellectual diligence or over-stimulation or under-stimulation. Maybe all of these, or some of these, or something else? Do people commune with the dead? There are thoughts coming from somewhere. Some are disturbing. Some are distracting but otherwise benign. Where are they coming from? Thoughts are products of our environment much more than a commodity that we "create". Our environment is bigger and more complex than is imaginable. I'm not becoming all gawd-smacked here, I'm just rambling in an attempt to open my mind up to the wonder, danger, and timelessness of this moment right now. I want them to speak to me. The winged-saucer folk. The space goats. The ghosts. I need to know how to proceed, because the way I'm going now is not cutting the proverbial mustard seed.