A Week’s Dreams.
I heard the voice; at first I could not hear what the voice was saying then the message became very clear; a week’s dreams for anyone that can withstand my hypnotic eyes. I could not believe what I was hearing. Who has hypnotic eyes? No one that I know off I can remember once when I was a young boy I was at a local theatre where a man asked people on to the stage. I walked on to the stage and was immediately told I was too young. I went back to my seat and watched as the man supposedly put people into a trance. He told them to do some silly things. To my surprise the other people that had gone to the stage performed his silly suggestions. Many people laughed. I myself was not very impressed. I thought the whole show was daft.
The promise of a whole week’s dreams fascinated me. How could this voice give anyone a whole week’s dreams? I was now very curious and tried to see where the voice was coming from. Then I saw a man who had a blindfold covering his eyes. He repeated his promise of a week’s dreams to anyone that could stand up to his hypnotic eyes. I moved a little closer and told the voice that I would and could withstand his hypnotic eyes, Just the one thing was bothering me how could he guarantee me a week’s dreams?
Other people were now beginning to form a small audience in front of the man with the voice and covered eyes and myself. One wag from the back of the audience called out take your rag from your eyes. We all want to have a week’s dreams. Slowly the man put his hand up to where his eyes were and took off the cloth covering his eyes. I was now in for a surprise the eyes of the man were a dark green. He had a penetrating look and I must admit his eyes fascinated me.
Stand in front of me and look me in the eyes were his next words. I moved a step closer and looked him straight in the eyes. His voice now changed a deeper tone he suggested that I was very tired and that my eyelids were very heavy. I gazed back into his eyes and recited; Mary had a little lamb; over and over my thoughts drowned out his suggestive words and his eyes did not hypnotise me. After a few minutes he gave up and turned to the Audience would anyone else want to try for a whole week’s supply of dreams. I was not having any of this I told him in no uncertain voice that I now wanted my week’s supply of dreams. The crowd were with me; “Yes give him his dreams he earned them.”
The man turned once again to me and offered me a five-pound note instead of the week’s supply of dreams. I was not having any of this I wanted my supply of dreams. Pulling from his pocket a book he offered the book to me. I read the title one whole week’s supply of dreams for those that need them. The book still had its price on it two shillings and sixpence. Now it was my turn to laugh. I could see the funny side of this episode and was now pleased that I had withstood the man’s hypnotic eyes. I read the book that evening in my bed. I was bored stiff and dropped off into a restful sleep and what do you know my dreams were good and I would not sell them for all of the money in the Bank of England. Bern