Fungal Flips

Last night I dreamt that where I lived was covered in all-enveloping fungus. It kept growing and drooping over the eaves of the house like a covering of snow that is too heavy and slips. There were things I knew about this fungus: it was soft, it changed colour - from green to orange - and it exuded a vapour that I couldn't smell or see but nevertheless changed anything that it encountered.

I knew I needed to run away from it, but each time I did it made me stop whatever I was doing and then leap through time, so at one time I would be on my way out of the door and then immediately afterwards find myself where I had been a few minutes before.

It's been haunting me all day - that, and my enduring conviction (since last Wednesday) that the world, as we know it, is about to end. Maybe I have not been getting out enough.