Celestial Saga: A Dreamer's Galactic Adventure

There I was, sitting home alone,
Listening to music and playing on my phone,
When out of the corner my eye was caught
By a curious creature my logic furiously fought.
A humanoid fellow floated high above the street,
And through my window stared directly at me.
A face half obscured, an ominous grin,
His gaze caused the hairs to stand along my skin.
But this is not what encouraged my heart to race,
For a UFO beamed me up, and we disappeared without a trace.
(That strange lithe fellow must have in confusion froze,
As his prey was scooped right out from under his nose.)

So this is the part where it starts to get weird;
I was undressed then sanitized, and in wonder at me they peered;
Six demonic beasts with the faces of angels,
Loomed right above me; my organs felt entangled.
They observed uncomfortably long, so I cleared my throat and said, "what up?"
I figured I might as well be cool if my time on this earth's up.
They silently stared at me with a weirded out expression,
Which in turn woke a streak of dark humor i'm prone to surpressin'.
I've faced enough fraught, distraught, panic-stricken pleebs,
To've learned to let judgements like hurricanes huff past like a breeze.
I pounced onto the table and rose, and pronounced in my best showman's voice,
That they were oh so lucky that I was giving them a choice;
"Give me command of the ship and keep your lives,
Or listen to my puns till you stab out your own ears with knives!"

Apparently my reputation had not proceeded me,
And embarrassed blood raced to my face in a spree.
No matter, a rough start was merely a gauge
To the manner of humor your audience wants on stage.
So I thought lightning fast, and let a joke rip-
They were blown to their knees, and I heard their confidence stripped-
To shreds, that I carefully gathered up,
And clothed myself, a surprising lovely glow up.
I guess this existentialism can leave one feeling struck,
'Cause the six beasts of hell cowered in fear with faces like, "oh f**k!"

Although I was pissed, I felt bad for the fools,
As they floated bleakly by in their misery pools.
So I gathered them together and we sat in a circle,
And created a warm environment, then planted my inquisition, as the ground was quite fertile.
We talked about feelings, the internal, and life's obstacles,
We met ourselves down to the quasiparticles.
We connected our minds and elevated higher,
A whole new dimension, I think we acquired.
Our UFO glides to wherever our minds wander,
For we create what we feel and all that we ponder.

We now can see all which leads to the question,
Of, "Why the f**k are we here" and "What's with all this discretion?"
But before my mind completes my thought I receive a suggestion
That slides me into a level of understanding that exceeds all expression.
I saw the true Heaven and the need for total comprehension,
Felt man's mistake of looking outward when the answer's introspection;
Heard the sound of an evolution at an arthritic progression,
Yet tasted the sun drops of the upcoming super-ascension.
With this final sequence we triggered body-repossession,
All we experienced relayed through our facial expressions.
Our thoughts blended and merged in autosuggestion.
We exalted in freedoms once drowned in suppression,
And faced then let go of all previous transgressions;
We'd met then became God through absence of pretentions,
Then let the knowledge disperse as we reentered Earth's dimension.

Around 5 seconds after I was scouted then beamed,
I reappeared and made my next door neighbor scream.
You see this fellow was prone to peeping and tomming,
Which in turn has gotten him plenty of stompings,
But this perv's determined and never gives up
In conquests and missions to get his thing up.
So imagine his surprise when he sees his newest prize
Vanish from his sight then reappear before his eyes.
But his shock was nothing compared to that strange man
Who was inexplicably investigating my ceiling fan.
This was the figure that had once stared at me
Beyond my window and out on the street.
He told me to duck as a bullet shot through
The empty pocket of space my head had just imbued.

He grabbed my hand and a bright light pervaded the room,
We flew into the hall like witches on a broom.
We continued out of the kitchen and out through the door,
Directly to the spot he had hovered over before.
And from this point on I can't remember anything,
Because I've just woken up and realized it was all
A dream.