The short answer to that question is, “That’s always a possibility.” I was sitting at my desk at work effectively feigning consciousness when I looked up at the shelf over my computer and saw a rainbow.
Looking up under the rainbow.
I thought:
Me (thinking): Holy crap! What’s this about?
If Judy Garland started singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow on the iPod in my mind I would have accepted the possibility that I was likely suffering a flashback from some chemical I may have ingested in my past. I highly doubted that the English Breakfast tea I was sipping at that moment after polishing off a cup of Life cereal in skim milk would have triggered any visions other than my constant craving for a bagel.
Cinnamon raisin bitch goddess.
Since there is supposed to be a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, I was prompted to look behind my desk to see what was there. Curious, I peeked behind my monitor, half expecting an encounter with the Lucky Charms leprechaun. Rather than finding a vessel overflowing with riches or a silo full of noxiously sweet cereal, I only saw a sobering sight; a piece of cement floor tile in the foreground and bright sunshine bouncing off a CD behind it.
Reality bites.
The CD was the source reflecting rainbow colors on the shelf above. That brought my day tripping to an abrupt end, until I recalled a popular song from my youth sung by my fellow traveler, Lesley Gore. It features sunshine, rainbows eventual tooth decay and can probably lead to alcoholism if heard often enough.
Lame Adventures 