Clearly, she just wasn’t the kind of person who would recognise the value and beauty of a good science experiment when it is right in front of her. I was desperate to know if my experiment had worked.Īnything in particular, like… perhaps… a washing machine?ĭisappointed with this new piece of information, I decided to confide in her. This wasn’t really part of the plan, but as she was awake now anyways, I eagerly asked her what she dreamt about, just now. While still in the middle of my experiment, my sister had clearly awakened. repeatedly whispering ‘washing machine’ (with a hypnotic rhythm and tone for effect) into her ear. She opened her eyes, bewildered.Īt this point she realised that I, for some reason, was 1. She was already dozing off, when suddenly she heard someone hissing into her ear. It should be a word that normally wouldn’t necessarily be in her dreams, but would be very recognizable. She might not want to share that with me the next day.
I thought about using a boy’s name from her school, but this was too big a risk. Great thought went into what word I would use.
The next day, I would ask her what she had dreamt about. I decided that the best way to test my theory, was by whispering one word over and over again in my sister’s ear. So one night, after my younger siblings fell asleep, I sneaked into their room. That was even more exciting than lucid dreaming. It would mean, that you could influence what others dream about. Supposedly, you dream of the things that you hear around you during your sleep. I had heard about a certain theory that had caught my interest. So sometimes, in order to make sense of the world around me and prove certain theories, I would make my little sister into my own personal test subject.
These dark little visits gave me an idea. You might think she hated this, but in fact, she really loved it. We would talk about whatever was on our minds until she got tired or I got bored and I would leave again. In my mind I had the mad skills of a spy, which one day would prove to be useful in my future detective career. It ended up with me laughing hysterically, thinking I was the most successful and hilarious super ninja in the world, and her needing to calm down after having a heart attack. It scared the hell out of her, time and time again. As you can imagine, this caused quite a reaction. Out of nowhere, I would jump from behind her bed and scream. She was usually just staring at the ceiling, minding her own thoughts, probably thinking about rainbows and sheep. Quietly holding my breath, I would slowly change my weight from one foot to the other, until I was standing on the arms of the chair in ducked position.Īt this point, my sister would still be completely unsuspecting of what was about to happen. When I finally reached the big chair after a long and dangerous journey from the door, I would silently climb onto it. I would make him into my accomplice by quietly gesturing him to keep quiet. Sometimes I would only move one limb per minute.Īt times my brother, who slept in the same room, would spot me during this process. Sometimes I would lie down on the floor for minutes without moving. If she simply turned her head and glanced over at the floor she would see me. This was a incredibly slow process, because my sister would be able to catch me with every potential noise I would make. My creative brain had invented the ultimate sport: get to that chair without getting noticed by her. So occasionally, I would quietly sneak into their room, while they were still awake. Sometimes, at night, when my little sister and brother were already in bed and my elder sister didn’t want to play with me, I got bored with ways of entertaining myself. Sometimes I had the luxury of choosing between the two of them. If one of them didn’t want to play, I would simply hang out with the other one. The good thing about this fact is that while growing up, siblings #1 and #3 were both suitable playmates for me.
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