Your mind flashes back to the Invertebrate Sonics course you took in uni. You're sure somewhere back there, in the immaculate depths of your learned mind, is the key to ultimate mastery of the Earth Angel army. Yes! You hear it... deep within your inner ear, you rewire your mental schematics to cause this sound to crawl out of your eardrum and down your throat, “Aaaaaaeeeeeeeaaaaaaaa OOOOOOOOOOOO UMMMMMMMM OOOOOOO!" It reverberates and sounds. You see the mass of roaches before you undulate along with the vibration. Waves of beautiful little brownish wings. They beat, your mind, it heats, the all of reality seems within your reach, you can conquer all and create justice, real true justice outside of the bastards who currently run things. What are they? Who are they? All you know is that you now have the power to defeat them. Somehow your Earth Angels operate with a knowledge from beyond these petty three dimensions. It appears as though they operate within the sixth dimension at least, and perhaps even a seventh! Could you possibly hope to wish this? It is possible isn't it? Perhaps the evil which pilots this horrible society also operates on a higher dimensional plane. But is seven enough to trump them? You know now that you are beyond the legal limits of this small slice of reality. The sun shining off the sheen of your mother's bones proves this. Here you stand over the barren waste of her garden, and no Earthly law has descended upon you. You let out another 7th dimensional wail and the Earth Angels congeal beneath you, forming a platform on which to raise you into the sky. From this vantage you know you can see all that you require to make your decisions. Plan your plot of attack. But.... your brain appears unfortunately blank at the moment, perhaps pooched by all the excitement already collided with your mind this day. Maybe you need to take a nap. The synergy of their many winged bodies does indeed create a deliciously delightful mattress which gives to your every curve and contour. "ah..." you sigh as you stretch out upon them. The thin air around congeals with the perfect bed to create the most lusciously prolific lucid state of dreaming ever imagined within the atmosphere of planet 4.