Monday, July 27, 2009

TBWCYL Day 207 - Pillow Talk

Has anyone ever heard of a Pillow Book? It is supposed to be some Japanese thing where you write down your dreams in a book but I might have mistook the meaning of the exercise because I actually stuck The Book under my pillow last night and slept on it.

I woke up at 5 a.m. and ran to the bathroom to write down my first dream. Here is what I remember of it.

"A hitman is at a skating rink with his long lost family. He is dressed in a suit while all around him young children skate on the rink. He is carrying a gun that looks like a mixture between a pistol and a 1950's children's ray gun. He carries the gun in his right front pocket and walks up to the service counter to buy a small girl a cotton candy. Instinctively he reaches for the gun and unfolds it, the barrel being clicked into place. Suddenly the little girl places her hand on his, which is holding the gun and looks up at him causing him to pause. He relents on his plan to kill the cashier and refolds the gun and places it back in his pocket.

After a day with his family the hitman decides to return to his hotel. Inside his room is a suitcase with a false fabric that hides a secret. An unknown man is rummaging through the room and is suddenly revealed as the new friend the hitman has made, his only friend if he is honest with himself. The friend finds the suitcase and rips the false fabric off of the inside of the case and finds a Ziploc bag containing his Pack of Death.

The Pack of Death is a common hitman's package, containing his will, money, and personal belongings that he wishes to be dispersed after a hit goes wrong or he dies. The friend is suddenly submissive and huddles himself into the suitcase. The hitman's key has just entered the door and he knows what is about to happen. As the hitman walks in and discovers his new friend holding his most personal possession, he freezes. His hand instinctively removes the pistol from his pocket and aims it at the friend.

Grabbing his collar, the hitman pulls his friend out of the suitcase and pins him against the wall. He takes the pistol and holds it to the sweating brow of the man he thought was to be an ally and begins to pull the trigger. A moments hesitation causes the friend to think he might live but as the blood splaters over the hitman's face, the pop of the gun is the last thing the friend ever hears. Never find a man's Pack of Death and expect to live."

I went back to sleep after that and things took a crazy turn.

"I am watching an episode of "Who's Line is it Anyway?" and Drew Carey has chosen the word Robot for the actors to act out. Someone is suppose to guess the action the actors are doing and even though it is abundantly clear their intent, the person keeps guessing incorrectly. Finally, the actors start doing the dance, "The Robot" and instantly the contestant guessing shouts out "Time Warp". Instantly, Drew Carey and the rest of the crew morph into the cast of "Rocky Horror Picture Show" and begin the classic dance to massive applause."

That one was short but things didn't end there.

"Flashback to a young Newt of 15 or so years. I was walking into a cafeteria where a girl of no previous knowledge was standing at the drink counter. I casually walked by, my affection for her was strong and she had no knowledge of it, and as I stepped by her she experienced what is commonly known as a "Brain Freeze".

There is a cure for brain freezes, which is to press your tongue against the roof of your mouth and so I told her. She did this and soon was free of her symptoms and I instantly got noticed.

"How did you know about that?" she asked me.

"Well, a Brain Freeze is caused when you drink something cold and your body thinks it's temperature is not right. Your brain then tries to adjust to the correct temperature and that is what causes the pain."

"OH, I see" she said with a doubting tone.

Realizing she thought I was making this up, I continued to explain that "by pressing your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you warm your palette and correct your brain's thought and stop the pain. All of this is completely scientifically accurate and can be verified." She didn't seem impressed."

The final dream I remember was slightly foggy but was also very euphoric.

"I wanted to see the stars but could only see them in my dreams. I lay in a field wanting to see them but unable to sleep. I tossed and turned and could feel the sleep beginning to creep into my eyes but it would never reach them and thus I saw no stars."

So, I don't know if The Book caused all of this or if I just have a plethora of thought that manifests into the dreamscape but this is a sampling of what I live with on a daily basis.

That is all,


5 Ripples in the pond:

Addy's Daddy said...

I noticed that my blog link has been removed... fair enough.

"I'm lame"

Trinity said...

Not sure what happened there. I have added it but I thought it was there when I swapped to the rolling format. Don't get your panties in a wad.

the girl with the pink teacup said...

Perhaps you could consider sleeping with a slightly less exciting book under your pillow tomorrow night... But if quality sleep is of no consequence to you, please leave The Book there! Your dreams are rather wonderful. Especially the one about Who's Line Is It Anyway? morphing into Rocky Horror. I'd pay good money to see that for real.

Trinity said...

Yeah. Drew Carey Show did the Rocky Horror dance years back and I guess that pulled itself out of my subconcious.

Girl Interrupted said...

Good God, man! How much cheese did you eat before you went to bed!!!