Imagine you are on a bus.
No really, people do use buses, give it a go.
Just imagine - you don't actually have to use one.
The seat is, well, just like a normal seat on public transport.
Not the most comfortable seat but cushioned enough to prevent sudden onset of haemorrhoidal discomfort.
Your head starts to nod with the rhythm of the engine.
The nodding coincides and resonates with your brain's delta waves, the frequency is emphasised and reinforced.
The hybrid engine flywheel soars away over the rooftops.
You have started to daydream.
You are a stroppy teenager and have been asked to wash up.
The pots are washed in an inept and half competent manner.
There is food still attached to the washed plates.
Due to your stroppiness the lack of care is interpreted as an attempt to get out of future dish cleaning duty.
Has this ever happened, has anyone ever really done that and thought they could get away with it?
The bus goes up on two wheels as it traverses a roundabout at speed. This only happens in films, you are dreaming.
Surely such Machiavellian, cultivated, calculated incompetence doesn't happen in the real world?
No, let's not engage with that.
The answer is - those aren't clean, they need washing properly, please do so.
From within a dream that is an easy answer.
Oh, we've just landed after jumping a fly-over, that was a surprise, surely there should be safety legislation.
This could easily happen without stroppy teenagers.
It depends what the aim is and how strong the desire.
Silly power games.
Energy drained.
No benefit realised in any quarter.
That didn't happen.
Don't engage.
Those aren't clean, they need washing properly, please do so.
Put the boot in, gently and firmly.*
* And then you wake.
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