Thursday, March 30, 2006

Past lives or Just Dancing?

Here I am, somewhere in medieval times. I'm not talking about the restaurant, either. I believe my name was Bolderick the Butcher. Here I am in one of my famous "It's a living" moments. I don't know how all of this got started, the executioner's gig, but I do know this: once you've severed one head, you've severed them all. As you can see I'm a bit lost in the moment, thinking about Guinevere and going for a hay ride with her after work. What goes on in the hay wagon stays in the hay wagon. It all ended up with us getting all knackered and cream crackered. Best day of my lives.

I wonder who Guinevere is now. I wonder if I'll meet her again. Will I know her if I see her? There are times when I feel that I've known someone from somewhere before. This has happened to me often, but it has always been those poor souls that I've beheaded in the past. Guinevere, I know you're out there. I don't have that bloody axe anymore. It's been replaced with a keystroke--words. They aren't as wieldy as the axe, but are much deadlier.

Maybe, just maybe, we are not in a cycle of reincarnation, but we do some nocturnal dancing. One of the first attempts I made at writing a novel dealt with this subject. I got to page one hundred and fifty one. I thought it was utter crap and put it in the round file. Since then, I tend to write stories in my head over and over, kind of like reincarnation. But, I revisited that old idea the other day: When we dream, we are hooked into a giant subconscious network. I'd like to think that our spirits roam and mingle with other spirits when we sleep--not leaving our bodies, but connected by some sort of endless umbilical cord.

Now, who do I dance with? Who are my nocturnal lovers? Who are my nocturnal friends and adversaries? What would happen if I could control this massive, underwater world? There are some of you that I would love to reach into my monitor and shake hands with, slap five, and give a friendly Indian burn to. There are others that I'd like to try other things with. But, maybe I already have danced with you--there beneath the water in the giant, ballroom belly of Jonah's whale. Just maybe...

I'll be roaming. Let me know if you see me 'round.

11 comments:

Crystal said...

Thanks for the nightmares.

The Grunt said...

And to think all that I was going to do was bake you some dream brownies...sheesh! Anyway, the outfit is a bit much, don't you think?

Vera said...

i'm thekind of person that could buy-in to your "umbilical cord" idea.
(speaking of, if you haven't check out Mazzy Star - sorry ADD moment, but i thought you might find them interesting and they have a song titled Umbilical which is brilliant)
sorry, i got distracted... where was i? yes, connections. that is where my stream of consciousness was going. i tend to subscribe to the idea of a shared energy and within that a sort of familiarity or connection with like-energy. a bit too far-fetched?
v

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The Grunt said...

There will be plenty of blood flowing in the debut. It won't be the idea that I mentioned, however. That one's on the shelf until it matches my vision. The one I'm starting now will be brutal and unforgiving. It has kept me up many nights and I know it will probably label me forever, if I'm lucky enough to be published and read--besides the fact that I share a last name with an ultra famous author. I'm not very nice when I'm "really" writing.

So, what I'm trying to say Vera, is that I'm going to need a truckload of that odrwx. I will check out Mazzy Star if you check out my udder blogs. They're lonely.

Vera said...

i have visited the other two. but i know that i need to seriously comb through them...
i would definitely read anything you've published! i'm here aren't i?
heh...
mazzy star is a bit surreal... and actually, the reason i recommended them is that i have visited your other blog...
v

West of the Sun said...

But, maybe I already have danced with you--there beneath the water in the giant, ballroom belly of Jonah's whale.

What a nice line.

This post reminded me a bit of that song on one of those older Disney movies, I think Sleeping Beauty. . .I know you, I walked (maybe it was danced) with you once upon a dream . . .do do do, dum do. . . ;)

DaBugg said...

I think grunt, you are a man who has experienced many lives before.

"'ll be roaming. Let me know if you see me 'round."

I will be waiting.

Scott said...

Wow dude, that is quite the photograph. Better you than me.

Interesting idea about the "dream network" almost Nightmare on Elm Stree" thing.

Scott

The Grunt said...

Hey, Glad you guys liked this post. Sometimes, as in this case, I was looking at this photograph, that I took in the York Dungeons, and just felt like there was a post in it soemwhere. Turns out that there was some hairy tar to sift through before I reached my spine, then it was all golden.

Güggs said...

Strange I've had dreams of being executed. And by "dreams" I don't mean an uncontrollable desire to. I mean that thing we all do when we're unconscious. I believe that was my head you chopped off. Great post.

The Grunt said...

Guggs, It's funny. I never intended this to be a morbid post, but it just happened that way. I think I was going for half morbid, and half whimsical, if that is even possible. Don't worry folks, it's just dream land.

By the way, is that why your neck has been hurting?