Shirleen had trouble dreaming, her psychiatrist told her it was because of suppressed childhood memories.
He had suggested a ton of things already, so she took the matter into her own hands and bought a stack of self-help books and in one of them she found a tip that she wanted to try out.
She was on her laptop and was about to type out a short set of words of what she wanted to dream about.
DOGS she typed but then changed her mind since that could easily turn into a nightmare.
CANDY, HOT GUYS, she quickly held backspace since that could turn into a dream about men made out of candy that would eventually melt, and that sounded too creepy.
She thought for a while and typed the following three words, CLOUDS, HAPPINESS and SISTER.
And at the press of a key or a click of the mouse the printer spit out three sheets of paper with the words on them in gigantic letters.
When she went to bed she placed the three sheets of paper beneath her pillow and went to sleep.
She woke up with a smile on her face, it had worked, she had dreamed about her three subjects, she and her sister had been flying through the clouds all night.
That night she was behind her laptop again and felt like trying something new so she ended up printing out GEORGE CLONEY and ROMANTIC DINNER.
She woke up with blushed cheeks and skipped happily through the rest of her day until it was time to pick a dream again.
It was thursday night and she felt like dreaming about a party so all she printed out was PARTY and went to sleep on it.
The next morning she woke up different than the ones before, she was tired like she had partied all night and just got home, in a way she did, but that was just a dream she thought.
The rest of the day went worse than usual and tired she sat behind her laptop thinking of what she wanted to dream about, after thinking hard she told her laptop to print a couple of words but the ink cartridge in her printer was empty.
It took her about an hour to replace it, this because whoever made the printer didn’t seem to want people to change the cartridge but buy a new printer instead.
Eventually it began printing and she grabbed the pieces of paper and was about to get up when the chair rolled out from under her and she landed on the floor.
The paper sheets got thrown in the air and when she pulled herself up using the desk she knocked over a stack of papers from work.
Tired, grumpy and about to cry she picked as much as she could together and when she was searching for her printed words the lightbulb of her desk light gave out.
She was upset and screaming, she grabbed a handful of paper and went to bed.
That night she did more than just dreaming, she sleep walked, it was the most productive night she had ever had because one of the paper under her head was her to-do list.
Everything went great, she cleaned her entire house, finished reports for work and finished that book she had been wanting to read for months.
Until two cops woke her up because they found her doing her groceries in the dawn of morning in nothing but her Miffy underwear.
He had suggested a ton of things already, so she took the matter into her own hands and bought a stack of self-help books and in one of them she found a tip that she wanted to try out.
She was on her laptop and was about to type out a short set of words of what she wanted to dream about.
DOGS she typed but then changed her mind since that could easily turn into a nightmare.
CANDY, HOT GUYS, she quickly held backspace since that could turn into a dream about men made out of candy that would eventually melt, and that sounded too creepy.
She thought for a while and typed the following three words, CLOUDS, HAPPINESS and SISTER.
And at the press of a key or a click of the mouse the printer spit out three sheets of paper with the words on them in gigantic letters.
When she went to bed she placed the three sheets of paper beneath her pillow and went to sleep.
She woke up with a smile on her face, it had worked, she had dreamed about her three subjects, she and her sister had been flying through the clouds all night.
That night she was behind her laptop again and felt like trying something new so she ended up printing out GEORGE CLONEY and ROMANTIC DINNER.
She woke up with blushed cheeks and skipped happily through the rest of her day until it was time to pick a dream again.
It was thursday night and she felt like dreaming about a party so all she printed out was PARTY and went to sleep on it.
The next morning she woke up different than the ones before, she was tired like she had partied all night and just got home, in a way she did, but that was just a dream she thought.
The rest of the day went worse than usual and tired she sat behind her laptop thinking of what she wanted to dream about, after thinking hard she told her laptop to print a couple of words but the ink cartridge in her printer was empty.
It took her about an hour to replace it, this because whoever made the printer didn’t seem to want people to change the cartridge but buy a new printer instead.
Eventually it began printing and she grabbed the pieces of paper and was about to get up when the chair rolled out from under her and she landed on the floor.
The paper sheets got thrown in the air and when she pulled herself up using the desk she knocked over a stack of papers from work.
Tired, grumpy and about to cry she picked as much as she could together and when she was searching for her printed words the lightbulb of her desk light gave out.
She was upset and screaming, she grabbed a handful of paper and went to bed.
That night she did more than just dreaming, she sleep walked, it was the most productive night she had ever had because one of the paper under her head was her to-do list.
Everything went great, she cleaned her entire house, finished reports for work and finished that book she had been wanting to read for months.
Until two cops woke her up because they found her doing her groceries in the dawn of morning in nothing but her Miffy underwear.
