I dream of opening my skull up like a little music box, gently removing my brain and placing it inside a container filled with warm soapy water to soak while I watch Gumby. After an episode, I go remove my brain from the container, scrub it down with a toothbrush and unscented soap, rinse it, dry it, then plop it back inside.

The music box skull is just playing greensleeves quietly while this is happening.