Formidable flourishing fiends

Formidable flourishing fiends... harangue since landing yours truly immersed in a dream-like fiercesome state of war, not quite a dream can be described as a "hypnagogic state" while virtually in Singapore, where Katy Perry namesake of a lion doth roar noise amplified courtesy dissonance while nine inch nails synthesize scraping across chalk board evoking discordant soundcloud foo fighting beastie boys comprising a quatuor. Socked away within cerebral nooks and crannies house mailer daemons inconveniencing yours truly i.e. an Indus das scribe hub bull mendicant bullying jimmying, jump starting, joy riding junket at breakneck speed disregarding dangerous signposts warning reckless (heedless) highjackers speeding stolen heavily sedated body (mine) slap happily, obliviously, jauntily (devil may care attitude) careering across rubble strewn bombed out stone age terrain gunning engine like there's no tomorrow zipping past crumpled suspended abridged abutment jarring sole abducted, bound and gagged one tramp (me) hurling over edge of cliff temporarily free of gravity, (albeit an infinitesimal eye blink) between life and death rapidly descending in accordance with laws of physics, when suddenly motion stops as if thee Earth stood still freezing all life forms held as if invisibly tethered, when ghostly debut appearance courtesy Rod Serling rattles of his trademark narration "...fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. ...This is the dimension of imagination." I resort to aforementioned loose analogy to approximate mental state of limbo, asper...this man falling to Earth minus parachute on par with crash test dummy an absent firmament to feel securely grounded held stock still, when moments before plunging pitched head over heels... only to find this mortal, either entering or exiting somnambulant state only groggily awaking out of deep sleep falling out of bed singing hup bout poor lovely bones.