Tuesday, August 02, 2005
In Light of Perfect Circles
I think people are funny things. We cry, we laugh, we talk, we love, we hate and we do a lot more but I come to think that all of these things we see people do or what we do for that matter... has been repeated in some distant past or perhaps, we are wound up like pretty little toys accordingly by some puppetmaster.
I had this dream yesterday and it was about this man obssessed with animal crackers. Now, honestly, the idea crossed my mind half-way from getting out of the shower and brushing my teeth and for that very brief moment, the idea popped up "ANIMAL CRACKERS" and I don't know for what reason, I started thinking about a man obssessed with animal crackers. Being one who fancies stories, I wanted to write something about this animal cracker man. I didn't have a name for him so I think I'll call him Boyle. Because really, the only reason why we have a name is to know who we are. Cats and Dogs don't need names, we give it to them so that we'll know who they are, funny thing ain't it?
So we have Boyle in a room. He opens the door and giddily sits down on the floor in front of his sala and rips open the bag of animal crackers. For some animals, he ate them, bit by bit, leg then head then body, methodically like some ritual and for some animals, well, he gave them names and put them in a little glass box neatly, and poured in some weird jelo mold thing to keep the thing in suspension. He'd place this glass box atop his bed or beside it on a cornertable and stare at it endlessly for hours on end. Why? who knows why? Even I don't, it's a weird dream.
Looking around the room, I see that Boyle has already a lot of those animal crackers. They were like a miniature army, displayed so magnificently all around his room. Boyle looks at them, spins once, twice and thrice and he begins to marvel at the sheer numbers of these animal crackers of his until finally, the roof of the room came off and his giant hand starts grabbing the animal cracker boxes and throws them into this huge gaping mouth where they were chewed and swallowed. Boyle was picked up by this giant hand but he wasn't thrown into the mouth but instead, after a brief inspection, the giant hand just let him go and closed the roof atop his room again. Boyle couldn't understand (and neither can I) what had just happened but he looked around his room and saw his collection of animal crackers were gone but then, Boyles, being the fanatic he was, went out the room, went to a store and bought himself a brand new box of well... animal crackers.
Point? I don't really know. Dreams tell each of us different things but for me though, I just think we are all like animal crackers to some Boyle guy out there and when we do recognize Boyle, it dawns on us that Boyle was nothing compared to the giant hand or the gaping mouth later on.
Some us, well, get bitten and chewed up while some of us get put in a glass box along with other people who are special but in the end, we don't call the shots. Some giant hand comes in and takes us all away. Just a thought, a dream, an idea.
See the perfect circle? haha didn't think so
Riding the Lightning
11:11 PM
