Ring My Bell

So, immediately after I wrote that last entry, I went back to bed and had a wierd dream about how I had a this little tinkling bell lodged in my head, under the skin near the top of my skull, and that it rang whenever I moved, so I had to take it out myself with my pocketknife and pliers because nobody else believed it was there, and the ringing was driving me nuts. I woke up just as I was looking up at the top of my head in the mirror, pliers in hand and about to make the cut.

The explanation of a deeper meaning of this is now left as an exercise for the reader.

4 Comments

  1. Posted August 23, 2005 at 2:28 pm | Permalink

    “I woke up just as I was looking up at the top of my head in the mirror, pliers in hand and about to make the cut.”

    Sorry, so … the bit after “I woke up just as” … was this in the dream or in real life?

    It seems important to the analysis. ;)

  2. Mike Hoye
    Posted August 23, 2005 at 2:56 pm | Permalink

    I’m not sure I understand the question.

  3. Lara
    Posted August 23, 2005 at 11:45 pm | Permalink

    The question was: was it in the dream that you were standing in front of the mirror, or did you actually wake up in the bathroom with a pair of pliers in your hand? i.e. were you sleepwalking?

  4. Mike Hoye
    Posted August 24, 2005 at 10:28 am | Permalink

    Here I am, making vague allusions to a psychotic state in which I can’t tell dreams from reality, and you have to ruin it for me by making me spell it out.

    You people are no fun whatsoever. I’m going back to my pliers.