She arched her back, feeling the delirious crackle of her spine. Many little noises coming in from everywhere, converging in her third eye which unfolded with fractal delight whose borders glimmered then shone incandescent in many coral colours before finally submitting to the remainder of the rainbow.

Third eye blind? She thought not! The astral portal illuminated a mystical misfit (herself, she thought) awash in a blaze of color... then the rainbow hues of her third eye turned sepia, her mindscape awash with blotto-shaped human animals morphing in shape, size and dimension, seeping about without boundaries.

A Centaur edged forward closer as the world started to come back into focus. "The code within a strand of DNA is not Read Only: it can be changed" it proclaimed. What a fantastic creature I thought as it melted back into the quantum soup.

Hands outstretched, as I watch my molecules disintegrate into its component atoms until there was only the seething quark ocean of pure will. I'd become part of the quantum soup; indeed, I'd never left in the first place.

The truth will set you free but before that it will piss you off.