Robert Urbanek
Platinum Member
In a dream from last night, I have taken a brain out of a head and put it into a transparent pouch, but the brain shrinks like a deflated balloon. My late mother is alarmed. I rush to put the brain on my dining room table. I connect a cord from the pouch to an electric outlet and turn on a switch. The brain returns to its normal size and starts to pulsate like a beating heart. I and my mother express joy that the brain is alive.
Music comes from the brain, first as a few seconds of a hymn then as a 1940s swing song by the Andrews Sisters with lyrics declaring that scientists like Einstein didn’t know the great divine truths. I believe the songs are not coming from thoughts in the brain but, instead, the brain has become a radio broadcasting a program from heaven.
The dream may suggest that, like Dr. Frankenstein, I am playing God with forces I don’t fully understand, although the tone of the dream is generally upbeat.
Music comes from the brain, first as a few seconds of a hymn then as a 1940s swing song by the Andrews Sisters with lyrics declaring that scientists like Einstein didn’t know the great divine truths. I believe the songs are not coming from thoughts in the brain but, instead, the brain has become a radio broadcasting a program from heaven.
The dream may suggest that, like Dr. Frankenstein, I am playing God with forces I don’t fully understand, although the tone of the dream is generally upbeat.