When I was a child, I once dreamed that I was a cowboy walking through one of those perfect movie towns with dust driven by the wind and hitching posts and horses and such. And that under my hat, I had the most incredible headache of all time. With each step I took, I would see a cross section of my body (which was hollow), and a great big rock would bounce up into the top of my skull from inside me.
I don't actually have a headache right now--that was last week when I was sick. It's the universe around me that is a headache. Screwy internet connection, repair guys pounding things in the ceiling... I just want to listen to my Shibuya-kei and try to get into the zone.