Monday, May 23, 2011
Dreaming in the Box
"Whatever you do, don't open the box."
"What's in it?"
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"You've heard of a Dream Catcher, right? It's a kind of Native American art. Beads. A couple of feathers. Woven into something like a pendant."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well, they don't work, and I'll tell you why. The nightmares you're having, they come from inside your head. Not outside. It's not like evil spirits come riding on the night air."
"Well that's a disturbing image."
"A Dream Catcher snares the dreams coming out of you. But it's too late. You've already seem them. What very few people know is that Dream Catchers are really a tool of dark magic. A way of gathering the most delicate of energies for less than positive purpose."
"What you need when you can't shake your nightmares is a dreamer. Something (or someone) whose dreams are louder than yours. Kind of like blasting ABBA music when Marilyn Manson is pounding in your head."
"So put this box by the side of your bed. I swear, the volume is very pretty high."
"But what's in the box?"
"No matter what, you have to promise not to look. There are things better off not known. Kind of like death sometimes. Imagine what it would be like to live the most charmed, innocent life. What if you died suddenly? If you didn't know it, you just might go on imagining a most beautiful world of experiences."
"I guess. But wouldn't you eventually learn the truth?"
"You mean if someone threw a little light on the situation, and you learned that you were actually a mummified corpse?"
"Yeah.... Or something like that."
"Then I guess the horror would rip the most hideous visions imaginable out of you."
"You wouldn't want to be around something like that."
"I, I won't look in the box."
(Photo from the University of Pennsylvania Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology.)