Crusade in a Distant Realm

So apparently it was in the cards for me to instead of as I had planned continue to add and enhance this little mystical project, succumb to virii that left me shivering beneath numerous layers of clothing. Unconsciousness brought to a far away place as often it does where the inhabitants of a pink owlrd defended their homeland against strange invaders whose form was enitrely gaseous.

iNdeed their entire civilization was built and formed out of gases with liquids and solids being using purely for tools and technology. Both of which were foucsed on weaponry. In my weakened state I was uncertain how much help I could be but sickness often induces a fluidity and a confidence that is not always hallucinatory.

Donning a sytlish and impossibly detailed breastplate and other armoured accoutrements in line with fantasy imbued fashion sense I slipped into the wilds of combat with alien grace.

The battle continued until the madness within my own body subsided and I found my self sweaty and peaceful in a tangle of blankets.

I often wonder if minor sicknesses like flus and colds serve some higher purpose. When I get sick many of my senses are altered or even heighten allowing me to perceive thing from a different perspective. The ffects it has on the body as a whole are remarkable as wel if you examine them with a sharper ye. Could these ailments be a physical extension of an attempt contact or brekathrough from beyond this world. An affront to those with scientific sensibilities? Hardly. Just a theory like the idea that isckness is an echo from a powerful event in a another place. virii align with us and give us fevers as ripples from the distant impact of a stone on the plane of our great lake, thrown from an even more distant shore.

Do you think these minor flus might pehrpas have ameaning beyond random infection? Could there be another purpose or possibility? What might it be?