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DREAMS David Jenner
"Mum, pass me the cornflakes, I do feel hungry."
"Well if I was you I'd eat them up and go and lie on the couch because you do seem pale." I went into the front room and lay down. Slowly my eyes shut and I fell asleep.
The next thing I knew I was sitting at the table being watched by the cornflakes.
"Mother, pass me the human, I do feel hungry." The corn¬flakes picked me up and were going to eat me.
"Don't, don't!" I shouted.
"What is wrong?" my mum asked, "I was only going to dust the sideboard, it is dusty."
That night before I went to bed my mum made some cocoa, it was very hot so lots of steam came out.
The dream I had was the cornflakes were going to drink some cocoa. Slowly the packet of cornflakes drank the cocoa and then disappeared. I waited for a couple of second and he returned. To my astonishment he said to me "Go!" So I turned and ran for my life.
Next morning the sun streamed through the curtains. It suddenly dawned on me. What I did the cornflakes did. If I spoke to the packet, the dream would be of the cornflakes speak¬ing to me.
That is what I did that breakfast, I spoke to the cornflakes. My mum thought I was a bit mad but it was for a reason. The dream I had was what I wanted it to be because the cornflakes asked me what my name was, so I told him. We had a nice little chat about unusual topics and when I told him about Tokyo I woke up.
That morning my mum said "You can burn the rubbish." So after breakfast I did, and among the litter there was the packet of cornflakes. Instantly, I pulled out the packet but most of it was burnt.
"Oh dear," I said, "I wonder what I will dream about to¬night."
Well, I dreamt I was back on the table, and the packet of cornflakes was mostly burnt.
"You did this," he said, "so I shall eat you."
"Don't, don't, don't!" I shouted.
My father ran in. "Are you all right?" he said.
"Yes thanks."
"Well go back to sleep."
Next morning the first thing I did was to burn that corn¬flakes packet so I never have dreamt about the packet ever again (thank goodness!). |
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