By: Annna
[2004-06-02]
The Head Works
a discomforting dream
I wasn't working there and I wasn't a client; I was an outside observer, possibly on a tour of the facility. It felt subterranean, even though the entrance was a storefront in the middle of a decaying strip mall. The carpet on the downward-sloping floor was scuffed by thousands of hesitant shoes, all the way through the chairless waiting room to the registration desk.
It was definitely a basement in the part of the office with the registration desk. Everything was concrete, lit by bare bulbs dangling lazily from the ceiling. A line of several dozen people led up to the wood-veneer-on-metal desk. Most of the people were in clumps - three or four family members crowded around one person looking nervous and hesitant. Two nuns sandwiched a third whose eyes kept darting towards the door. A young mother with her jaw set held the hand of a small boy.
I had the feeling of being the invisible cameraman for a documentary. It was at this point that the flow of the dream cut away, and I suddenly knew what the people were doing here: they were getting their heads loosened.
There was an operation, an outpatient procedure, which could be done on people to make their heads prone to coming off, like a cat's breakaway flea collar. One strong punch and that was it, but up until that point the subject could live a normal life. Most of the people who had it done had picked getting their head loosened over serving time in jail - it was used on offenders who had a violent lifestyle - but some were people who were afraid of their own tendencies, or wanted to make a major change in their behavior. The only outward change in the patient was a grey plastic collar, a few inches tall and about the circumference of a coffee can, on their neck. This wasn't necessary - it didn't keep the head on - it was just designed so that when the person's head fell off the blood wouldn't get everywhere. I think it irised closed and kept the blood in the body. People with their heads loosened could remove it, but the collar was also a warning to people not to hit them in the head; serious consequences awaited.
Although I wasn't able to see into the room where the surgery was being done, I caught up with the people in the post-op recovery room - actually, it was more like a waiting room. There were folding chairs and magazines, but everyone was more or less ambulatory. People with grey collars were talking with their friends, explaining that it wasn't as bad as they'd thought. The nun was adjusting her black veil over her collar while her friends reminded her that this would be a step in the right direction.
There were brochures and a stack of mail-in cards for a loosened head association. The brochures said that most people with loose heads still died of natural causes. The little boy and his mother came out of the surgery, she reminding him that now he'd have to learn to be good or
else and couldn't start any fights. A lot of people were smoking.
that was a cool dream...one time i had a dream that i was bein held captive by a Master dressed in leather...he had me nekkid and in a tub full of water....he was holdin 2lbs of bologna with a pair of tongs (the utensil kind not the flip~flops) and he had a tarantula on a leash...i escaped...
Nus in dreams remind me of that scene in Un Chien Andalou. Lots of people smoking and moving as slow as smoke would be surreally.
Well not the "head knocking off" part since, you know, that's stark raving mad, but the "he'd have to learn to be good or else" part reminds me of a news story awhile back about inoculations against opiates. They'd found a way to block all the positive effects of the drugs and the doctor who came up with it was hailing it as a first step towards societal architecture or something similarly ominous, but all I could think was these people had better pray to God that they never require morphine in an emergency.
That may be the bricks, but not the mortar.
I just had a dumb "Day After Tomorrow" dream, running away from water.
If I had a dream like yours I wouldn't post it here, I'd write a damn novel, or an Outer Limits episode.
You've got hydrophobia!
now if they just had a medical procedure for gettin peoples heads outta their asses....hey tink i know all that talk about cheese sammiches and bologna and heads rollin and eyeball slicin has got ya hankerin for sum down home cookin...u know there aint no room for food AND busch lite in the fridge..ur space is the freezer...i think its time for more subliminal video trainin for u...
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/peanutbutter.shtml
Wow I'm wasted right now...so wasted that I'm like one of those cheerleader girls at your high school parties..."Oh my god I'm Soooooooo wasted!@!! (except I'm not in high school and I'm not going to sleep with the captian of the ffootball, basketball, and baseball teams) On Kokanee and Corona (they were on sale) Yay for Canada and Mexico!!! Gooodnight!!!
I am in awe of the quantity and quality of your dreams, not to mention your perceptive recollection of the most subtle details. I wonder if the illustration accompanying this essay is of (cheese)pizza slices, or french toast (without syrup) cut on the bias, or possibly some other item of dream inducing food with which I may yet be unfamiliar.
And I would like to order a half pound, or Giant Size, whichever is larger. Thank you.
Possibly made with a travel iron and government cheese.
I think that it's moving...
i think it's moving too...it brought me to tears
...wouldja bring me a beer; and put a head on it.
You could get a stun belt for your head so that if you stepped outside of a proscribed circle, you'd get poleaxed with 110,000 volts of AC/DC juice to the old calavera. If that don't make yer head fall off, I don't know what.
u might wanna make sure u know who ur real friends r standin' next to ya with in that radius...dont stand dont stand so close to me..unless ur bein thrifty and dont wanna pay kavorkian ..or ur lazy and dont wanna do it urself...that reminds me of a movie i saw set in the future where they took the prisoners to this planet and they had collars that was connected to another random prisoner...if ur partner escaped "kaboom" went ur noggin...boom boom out go ur eyes...and ur brains etc...
...or youse could have a Big Bug Zapper that looks for all the world like a phone booth--roaches check-in, but they don't check out. Of course, it would have to have a trap-door so as to drop the remains onto the deli counter. (processing procedure omitted for brevity's sake) This would significantly increase the proportion of consumers with cell-phones. Don't leave home without it.
I always wanted to do that--nail a hide to the barn door, ever since I heard that colorful expression. So, when I had so many groundhogs gettin' into to the garden, I put out some spring traps. I'd done a lot of fur trappin' in my youth. I was catchin' so many groundhogs that I started eatin' them, so's not to waste the meat. And I nailed their damned hides to the barn door! Fur-side down so's they'd dry and I could cure the hides to make a groundhog-skin hat. A a nice spare-tyre cover for the old Land Rover. When you got a groundhog fur spare-tyre cover on yer Land Rover, then you know you have arrived. Anyway, what reminded me of that was "boom boom out go ur eyes...and ur brains etc..." 'cuz that's about what happens when you shoot a groundhog through the top of the head at close range with a Neuman 10-ga. double-barrel.
Woman Accused of Spreading Dog Feces
The Associated Press
Wednesday, June 2, 2004; 4:20 PM
PORTLAND, Maine - A Portland woman accused of spreading dog feces at Deering Oaks Park as part of a vendetta against its weekly farmer's market has been banned from the park and charged with criminal mischief.
Lora Leland, 53, was caught early Saturday emptying 16 bags of dog feces in the road that winds through the center of the park, police said. She explained that she was angry at the Saturday morning farmer's market because it interfered with her ability to ride her bicycle through the park, police said.
though beautiful in description, makes me cringe slightly...imagining my head perched precariously atop my body. Theoretically couldn't a strong wind blow it right off if you happened to be standing the wrong way or if you were in the wrong position?
That's why it made me think of Karl Friedrich Hieronymous von Munchausen, there's some about the heads becoming detached while the bodies do other things. Robin Williams' head was flying around when he was King of the Moon.
So if you sent someone to this place in your stead, would that then be head-loosening-by-proxy? Would Jonathan Kellerman write a novel around the concept?
...if my comments are becoming novel-length, but un beso no hay peso. Bien venidos a mi pesadilla
If you were Jonathan Livingstone Segeuy, would you dream that you were some guy in San Francisco on a fishing boat Bound East for Cardiff Dyskinesia? Or, if a seguaro fell over in the middle of the desert, would it stay in Las Vegas?
maybe ur dream was prophetic...or maybe its just dis~ease at what the world has to offer...Omega man..damn dirty apes...i like to keep a pair of handy~dandy rose colored glasses on when viewing the world sumtimes...butt also a dose of reality hits the spot...its a shame shit has to happen...then again how else can ya truly appreciate sumpin beautiful if there isnt any thing ugly...silly homosapiens...
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/endofworld.html
& the KissurAssG'byes...
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/dac.html
(is it too obvious i havet learned how to do that link thingy
had helen kellar been the dreamer would the dream be more about the heads layin around?Alas poor yorick ...i was just tryin to see if that was him and i knocked his head off..oops...knock knock..whos there?no BODY! of course her novel would be in braille...