In the dream, Brian had been flying with outstretched arms through the clouds, around the high-power lines, zooming this way and that with the confidence of a hawk. It was a great ‘high’ and he wanted it to continue. Awake and lying in bed he wondered how he could really fly like that. He pondered this many times while daydreaming. Was there a polarity of the earth that a magnet-lined surfboard could work with to hover above the ground? He became inspired to try.
As autumn went by, Brian bought a used surfboard and scavenged all kinds of copper and zinc wire, batteries, and lots of who-knows-what electrical and computer stuff. He stayed up all hours of the night, lost his job, his credit rating, and despite his odd research, had no positive results.
Then his wife informed him of her plans to leave because of his obsession and her need of some ‘good lovin’, and also because she liked to sleep with the window open and he kept the window closed, so good-bye. (He intensely disliked being cold!) His only source of nourishment became junk food, cheese-puffs and beer. He worked like a man possessed, trying this and that, but it wouldn’t fly. A month later the sheriff informed him that he was being evicted for non-payment of mortgage. Companies came and turned off the phone and the gas. Then they turned off the heat.
At the end of his rope, Brian decided to obtain some ‘hash’, which he got from local teenagers. He reasoned that since a dream had begun this project, a dream was needed to provide the inspiration to finish it.
Late that fateful evening he lit up, went to his lab, and guided by strange visions, rewired the board in a new pattern, adjusted the voltage and watched in amazement as the thing lifted up off the table and hovered in mid-air! A deep humming noise, like giant bees on steroids, filled the room. With joy overflowing, he took it outside and sitting astride it with a glass fishbowl on his head, reapplied a slightly higher charge. Immediately he felt a rush of wind and watched helplessly as the ground disappeared under his feet. Thirty seconds later he was killed by the cold vacuum of space. Not exactly what he had in mind.
The next day the sheriff returned, looked around the house and issued an arrest warrant based on the drugs he found. (Remember kids, drugs are illegal.) Everyone assumed he had skipped out and gone to live with his mother in Toledo.
Today his frozen skeleton rides the surfboard through the solar system and will likely plunge into the sun in 332 years. That should warm him up again.
See what getting ‘high’ can do to your life?
As autumn went by, Brian bought a used surfboard and scavenged all kinds of copper and zinc wire, batteries, and lots of who-knows-what electrical and computer stuff. He stayed up all hours of the night, lost his job, his credit rating, and despite his odd research, had no positive results.
Then his wife informed him of her plans to leave because of his obsession and her need of some ‘good lovin’, and also because she liked to sleep with the window open and he kept the window closed, so good-bye. (He intensely disliked being cold!) His only source of nourishment became junk food, cheese-puffs and beer. He worked like a man possessed, trying this and that, but it wouldn’t fly. A month later the sheriff informed him that he was being evicted for non-payment of mortgage. Companies came and turned off the phone and the gas. Then they turned off the heat.
At the end of his rope, Brian decided to obtain some ‘hash’, which he got from local teenagers. He reasoned that since a dream had begun this project, a dream was needed to provide the inspiration to finish it.
Late that fateful evening he lit up, went to his lab, and guided by strange visions, rewired the board in a new pattern, adjusted the voltage and watched in amazement as the thing lifted up off the table and hovered in mid-air! A deep humming noise, like giant bees on steroids, filled the room. With joy overflowing, he took it outside and sitting astride it with a glass fishbowl on his head, reapplied a slightly higher charge. Immediately he felt a rush of wind and watched helplessly as the ground disappeared under his feet. Thirty seconds later he was killed by the cold vacuum of space. Not exactly what he had in mind.
The next day the sheriff returned, looked around the house and issued an arrest warrant based on the drugs he found. (Remember kids, drugs are illegal.) Everyone assumed he had skipped out and gone to live with his mother in Toledo.
Today his frozen skeleton rides the surfboard through the solar system and will likely plunge into the sun in 332 years. That should warm him up again.
See what getting ‘high’ can do to your life?
