I find a stair up to an attic I never saw before. On the attic wall is a huge mural. I don't recall ever painting it, but it's clearly mine. It's a beach panorama on an alien world. Galloping along the wet sand is a family of centauroids, not beefy Greek types but gracile people with varied degrees of equinity and birdlike crests.

Riding them, hugging them, are other furry figures--no, scaly ones. Hard to be sure--it's all done in simple expressive lines-of-energy style, unconcerned with physical forms at all--I know the riders are bipedal with tails and some sort of crests too, but that's all, really.

Down the beach are more fast skittery tailed bipeds, scattering before the riders. They feel reptilian or dinosaurian.

Now I really see them move: animation! Or else I'm seeing reality from a different level. Just black lines for their spines and limbs, and the faint glowing haze of their major muscles and energy nodes. (Sound exotic? I suppose, but to me it's familiar--it's how my third eye, my ESP, sees people every day, as energy flows. And yeah, it's disorienting--when I have to talk to you normal people with two eyes.)

Now some plants on a dune assemble into a strange leafy creature unlike the not-quite-taurs or their riders or the lizardy walkers. Bipedal too, but rather insectile. A slender mantis?

A second one forms, beefier at first glance--more beetle than mantis--but those topheavy muscles are still just cupped leaves. Slightly translucent--can see plant-stems on the dunes, faintly. Thicker than a Malay shadow puppet, but reminiscent.

The two plant-bugs, beetle and mantis, start a showy mock duel with nonexistent foils. Swashbuckling. The centaurs and riders pause to watch...

Oops! Now it's Egg Time! Gold and black eggs appear, boiling up from burrows in the dunes in wet clusters. The size of duck eggs but rounder. Monster eggs--a huge crop!

We all rush to harvest them. Gotta eat them or feed them to the local creatures fast, before the horrors hatch. They mature quickly, emerging in mere days--sometimes hours.

So the bugs pull out the fry pan and build a fire. Because... it's time for the BIG Omelet.

NOTES

• Attic I didn't know = a higher level, but not a new one. Seems I've been here before--just forgot.
• How we look on an energy level = today my friend Cheryl asked me what I sense about her health.
• Beach: I'm reading Elizabeth Knox: Billie's Kiss. Lotta beach scenes--though no centaurs.
• Leaf-mimic insects = Science News showed a fossil of an early leaf-mimic.
• Shadow puppets = how bodies seem to my energy-sight: translucent!
• Eggs = in Billie's Kiss, a salmon farmer mixes roe & milt by hand. Can't just let the fish mate, no, that's unscientific! Reflects the owner's character--a know-it-all meddler.
• ACTION: Eat eggs. Maybe I need some nutrient in them. Oh, and paint Omelet Beach as well as I can. Out of the closet! (Well, attic). Show how I see life. And those who don't believe I see like this can go fry their own damn eggs.

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