once pristine . texts . dreams

I am looking in the mirror and see an ugly black and gray large mole just above my left ear. I pick and pull at it and, as I pull it out, it turns out that the mole was the tips of petals on a gray flower. I pull out the petals and a stem appears, when it is fully out there is a mushroom cap on the stem rather than petals. It is a little dark brown and gray mushroom. At the base of the stem is an eyeball. It is a third eye with a mushroom growing out of the center of the pupil. At first I am seeing the eye in the mirror with my two original eyes, but then I refocus and am looking out through the third eye.