[ WP ] In the future , technology has allowed us to have pillows that monitor our brain waves , and when people wake up they can plug them into their laptops and watch their dreams .

`` Come on Malcolm, I showed you mine now show me yours!'' Cynthia teased. `` What's the big deal, if you can see one of my dreams you got ta let me see one of yours!'' 
 
 Crap. What am I supposed to do now. I ca n't let her see all the weird, dirty things in my dreams! I ca n't help it I'm a teenage boy what do you expect from me! 
 
 `` Umm I do n't know Cynthia I'm almost out of battery and I really got ta get home and watch Dewey. If my parents come home and he's there all by himself again, they're gon na be pissed,'' I replied, trying to weasel my way out of it. `` Maybe tomorrow?'' 
 
 `` Malcolm,'' she glared at me `` You're acting awfully suspicious. Which could only make me more curious about your dream I'm not letting you leave until you show me!'' as she snatched the pillow out of my hands. 
 
 `` No!'' I shouted as a jettisoned towards the all-revealing pillow, throwing Cynthia and I into a tumble on the floor. She came out of the ruckus with my pillow in her hand and quickly plugged it in. 
 
 `` Cynthia stop!'' I pleaded, but she was dead set on seeing my dreams. 
 
 `` Hello Malcolm,'' a seductive voice reached out from the speaker `` It's me, Cynthia and I want you to...'' until she slammed the laptop shut with a force greater than that of a hydraulic press. 
 
 `` Malcolm!!!'' Cynthia bellowed
