Alice's Wish

Alice is collecting some dry twigs. She intends to built a fence around her mushrooms.

Mushrooms, poisonous or not, are one of the snacks taken by reindeer. 

Outside the fence, Alice will keep some Magic Reindeer Food that would make the reindeer so happy so much so they will go away from Alice's mushrooms.

Christmas is near. Alice is collecting as many white "Christmas Mushrooms" as possible. She will decorate them with roses and Christmas lights. 

Such a special day.

Alice is happy, she wishes everyone Merry Christmas and Happy New Year too. 

S on Mushroom

Mushrooms are uncountable, but not this. It is a One.

If we think One is little, we are definitely wrong.

Clark is ordinary,  but not when he has the S on his chest.

It needs no phone booth, this mushroom can fly. Alices can find it in their garden, backyard or jungle. 

It will be back to my neighbourhood when it intends to.

This One is superb, because it has a S too. 

Daydreaming, always

Running is physics. 150km in a month, after all, is still very physical. Excitement is chemistry. It is complicated. 

Pictures of mushrooms taken are physical, enjoyment in Wonderland is chemistry.

Love is simply a fantastic chemical reaction.

I am in love with both at a time. Alice knows this. 

Running with mushrooms in mind is then called daydreaming. 

This is the impact: 42km in 5 hours from recent daydreaming.

Intercept

A mushroom intercepted me  when I was daydreaming. Yes, I daydream too while running. (I am a wolf in the wild, I always think I am.)

So I brought my DSLR along.

Mushrooms never tell lies; they are beautiful. This one too. (Alice too. She says she is beautiful.)

I found the best angle although it did not require one. This was pretty cold white through which Wonderland was not my usual Wonderland.

(The white rabbit was invisible. Alice was outstanding.)

A mushroom intercepted me, this reminded me of you all.

Just Flat

Had a chat with Alice . 

"You run so hard recently. Do you know what will happen?"

This is a sure tricky question, I told myself. I press pause button.

"Do you know the earth will be flattened by you very soon."

"Oh that's funny. I shall create a new flat world." 

A nearby mushroom murmured, " You will be as flat as me before anything can happen." 

Alice's Stories

 

Where is Alice? 

She is actually living somewhere inside my heart that beats in a waveform pattern of her happiness.

When I think I run fast enough to go deep inside my heart, Alice has gone hiding somewhere behide thousands spores of a "glass" mushroom.

I has to fill the glass with wine, this will distract her from leaving again. 

Her stories will then begin. I love these. You have heard many of them.

My Big Problem

I used my legs more often than my brain recently. Who knows, when my legs grow  stronger, my brain will shrink down to the size of a penny one day.

This is definitely a big problem.

To give up marathon in blogging and indulging in running marathons is not my intention, which is insisted too by Alice.

"What if a mushroom has a very small cap and a very big stalk, do we call it a mushroom?" She has her point.

This is my very big problem.

So Ratty

 

When dreams of many mushrooms are compressed solidly under soil and dirt, some hang on tress, peep and record whatever they think are weird.  Since then we, the passersby, daydream inside their dreams.

Dreams can be small but busy. They always cross-link, there are always bad sectors. 

We are garbled. I bear the head of a rat some of the times. I run into many holes, thinking wonderland is at the far ends, end up finding rat hairs all over my body. So ratty.

What does a rat dream with a silly but complicated man's brain?

Lights Fill My Eyes

I have dreams. They were all compressed firmly under the soil, for years. Alice might feel helpless too, sometimes. Not everything that she can do, nor I.

I struggled, and I continued while I were growing though in dark and suffocated. Who knew, I might be an inch away from the surface.

Yes, it was actually an inch away. Suddenly, light filled my eyes. It was not Photoshop, but very unreal.

Fresh air cannot be taken away by crtl-atl-del or power shut down!

I see myself so handsome, a fact that was long missed. 

Do you agree, my dear Alice?

I can now run handsomely, same to dreaming. 

I should be able to write handsomely too, but not while living in dreams. Too occupied. 

What a Confusion

These mushrooms would not be invisible if looking at the rate of mushrooming. Being invisible beyond the range of 390 to 700nm, I created confusion.

Mushrooms look so beautiful under current climate. I keep running in my free time, so I still look perfect and fit, and more handsome too, at 57 year old.

I invited Alice to run together, hesitation bears no fruits. But she rather stay in her dreamland, much longer than me. She shrinks and grows herself. She enjoys expecting the unexpected.  

What if I run in her Wonderland, shall I enjoy both running and shrinking and growing at the same time?

What a mess!

In Darkness

A typical human eye responds to wavelengths from about 390 to 700nm. I have been outside this range for the past weeks.

With  lot of struggling, I am here now.

I am on the left side, Alice is next to me.

By the way, the process of transformation from a nodule into a mushroom is really not easy. Incredible Hulk can understand how I have felt.

Theory of Shadow

Do I shadow Alice all the way or is it the other way around? This does not matter. Wherever love is, Alice is there.

Alice is an adventurous little girl who may come as a mushroom.

Which one is Alice? Each of the beautiful ones is. There is so much love around.

Alice is sometime colourful, or simply white. Occasionally she likes to be in mysterious black. 

Trying to talk to the mushroom you meet, then I shall hear you. This explains my Theory of Shadow.

Dream world

Is a dream world the real world and physical reality the dream world? That is the question. 

So all the mushrooms look real but they are actually images in my mind theater. So does Alice.

And all of our communications just happen in  a dream world.

It started when I  believed I inhabit my dreams in a lucid state.

A dream world and a day-to-day 3D reality, they are just a hairbreadth apart.

Mushrooms Parachuted In

A small white mushroom parachuted in when my mind felt entangled to Alice. All "Alices" in the book of Wonderland never left unhighlighted.

So I saw Alice in a mushroom, and my mind theater reinforced that this was Alice. 

People related this to positive power of coherence.

Is this white colour the colour of snow, whereby Alice happened to be playing with snow right now in Nebraska?

So people said we are receivers and retransmitters of thoughts. And dreams are just the consequences of gravitational force, for example, between I and Alice.

I expect to see more mushrooms parachuting in.

Blues

Keeping one foot in front of the other and we will reach where we intend to. 

Alice is doubtful. Should her thought be running or walking wild in a rabbit hole?

All mushrooms live a slow life. They may not finish those twelve chapters in Alice's Adventure in Wonderland, but they are so bright. They may not run a marathon, yet they are colourful.

Should her thought run wild while walking, walk wild while running, run wild while running, or walk wild while walking? 

This is one of the day after a long holiday. 

I wonder whether this post-vacation blues does happen to Queen of Hearts, Mad Hatter, Caterpillar, White Rabbit, Cheshire Cat etc. 

Happy Year of the Dog

I keep running.  Though worn out and sweat-purged, I love howling my satisfaction to the moon at the end of the run.

So I keep running, and there are always some mushrooms, over some times and some points, put on new and bright clothing, greeting me Happy Chinese New Year.

This is the Year of the Dog.

The tunnel is now through; the rabbit hole over here is connecting the rabbit holes at your ends. Let's come and celebrate together.

White Rabbit. White Mushroom

Continued to run speedily, Alice lost the White Rabbit at one of the corners in Wonderland.

Instead, she saw some white mushrooms. Smiling, Alice looked behind the mushrooms trying to find a trivial tail that would reveal the identity of the rabbit.

She believed a flawless transformation never exists; even night has fallen, when a tunnel connects both ends of Wonderland is successful dug , there is a light and there is the sun.

She had this strong belief, not until she found the White Rabbit ran passed the corner of her eye.

Marathon in Wonderland

Do you ever find mushrooms huffing and puffing?

Yes! Mushrooms do run marathon. Everyday! They run on rough mountainous terrains which involve many uphill and downhill works. Those are tedious and adventurous.

I only run on the road, but this is enough to drive me half-dead, yet the impulsive rush of adrenaline gets me addicted, and I have already run marathon for three consecutive years.

Alice said this is too heavy. She only enjoys daydreaming, though daydreaming and marathon take place in the same Wonderland.

Huff and Puff

Photo courtesy: 

herbarium.usu.edu/fun-with-fungi/dispersal

Gloomy Rain

Everyday is a gloomy raining day, and that dyes mushrooms grey. My hairs are white and grey. Is it because I am always soaking wet when running in the rain?

So I told Alice not to get wet in the rain, though that was fun and exciting to compete with every drop of rain to see who were faster.

This crazy competition is one the highlights in Wonderland.

Mushrooms' Escape

But the Resistance has been exposed. 

As the First Order speeds toward the Rebel base, 

the brave heroes mount a desperate escape.

A lost mushroom troop is looking for a passage way, or to be more precise, a hidden rabbit hole, in order to get rid of the army from the First Order.

They know the power of a rabbit hole, the force that can send them to a Wonderland, a temporary Rebel base.

But can they survive before a rabbit hole is found, or my brain turns to jelly for running out of imagination?

In A Full Moon

Luke Skywalker:  What do you see?

Rainfield: A rabbit hole. Life. Mushrooms.
Wolf. An effect. Lunar effect.

Luke Skywalker: And inside you?

Rainfield: The same effect.

Luke Skywalker: And between it all?

Rainfiled: A force. Imbalance. Towards full moon.

A hole always sounds small. A rabbit hole does not.

The lunar effect turns mushrooms into abundance. Rabbit holes grow to the largest to take up this mushrooming. A wolf runs in a bigger wilderness. The echo of howling stays until dawn.

In a full moon.

These are all written down in the new episode of The Wonderland.