Weapons Grade, Enriched Cranium

A few nights ago, I had a most intrigu­ing dream.

I was stand­ing over my body which was lying on a table, face down. With­out using tools, I slow­ly and care­ful­ly removed the top of my skull and set it aside. There was no blood or sign of dam­age. I gin­ger­ly took my brain in both hands and removed it from it’s hous­ing, plac­ing it on my right palm. There I con­tem­plat­ed it for a time, turn­ing it back and forth and exam­in­ing it from every angle. I pulled back a mem­brane that was stretched over it, expos­ing the mar­bled gray tis­sue under­neath. Small rice-like pieces were scat­tered over it, con­cen­trat­ed in the small gap between the hemi­spheres. I walked around the room show­ing it to every­one on my out­stretched palm, excit­ed­ly inform­ing them of the won­ders of the organ, that it’s pow­er was such that I could hold my own brain in my hand and con­tin­ue to func­tion with no dif­fi­cul­ty. After a few moments of that, I cleared a few of the rice par­ti­cles out of the way, smoothed the mem­brane back over and placed it back in my skull. It fit per­fect­ly.

The dream end­ed, and I con­tin­ued sleep­ing.

Images from: Of Two Minds

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