Who’s Afraid of…Monkeys?
October 1, 2006 by igme
Oct. 2 — Monkeys
Today, I had a nightmare. I used to dream on a regular basis, three to four times weekly. But for the past few months, I rarely dream, could count them on one hand, the lucid dreams I had. I can’t recall them any longer because I don’t jot them. Don’t know what happened. I surmise that my waking life’s becoming an extension of my dream life, an illusion I can’t get out of.
So, I had a bad dream and I’m writing it to let it out. A couple of hours later and still the sight of monkeys in my dream give me the creeps.
If I had the chance, pang-short film sana ito, but it’s too graphic for some. I’ll write it in movie script form. I hope I’m done and over with this nightmare after this.
WHO’S AFRAID OF MONKEYS?
A SHORT FILM
Scene 1. Ext. Parish of the Holy Sacrifice, UP Diliman. Day
The dreamer (I) sees passenger jeepneys and a few cars pass by the "thin-shell" domed University church. It’s an ordinary day, but for the dreamer, it’s not. He sees a humongous twenty-feet long dinosaur (?) used as a landscape design together with the plants around the garden area. The weirdest-looking relic is hereon displayed, because it has no body, only the fossils of its skull, structure of the face and the tail are seen.
The dreamer is mesmerized by its sheer display. He thinks it’s supposed to be on a museum, to be studied by scientists, not at the front yard of a church! When he goes near it, the dinosaur (or a tiger?) suddenly comes to life. It growls at him, stepping forward as if there’s a territorial battle. The dreamer is shocked, steps back hurriedly. When he looks back at the people around for help, they didn’t notice (or didn’t care to notice?). He reads the mind of the dinosaur (or tiger?), it will not move unless you go near. For a moment, the fossil is back to its original pose.
Scene 2. Ext. Parish of the Holy Sacrifice, UP Diliman. A few moments later.
The dreamer goes and walks away to the church’s little pathway. He is startled, the direction he’s taking is another view, a provincial-like surroundings with trees abound. He stops at the end of the pathway, three or four grayish young monkeys try to climb a single wire (a television wire?) of a house. They grapple endlessly, as if their life depended on that.
Scene 3. Int./Ext. Garage of a House/Outside the Gate. Afternoon.
The dreamer is suddenly inside the garage of a big two-story house, the gate is wide and tall. No car is parked. The dreamer looks up, and sees the monkeys!! The monkeys are now black in color, visibly scared. The dreamer thinks they are real people. He thinks they’ve been inside the place, they tried ransacking the place, but they didnt find any. They are in one roof, trying to escape by holding on to the (electric?) wires connected from the end of the roof to the concrete wall.
Only two of the bravest monkeys walk through the wires. They stop in the middle as they gasp for breath. Suddenly, the young monkey is entangled by the wires. The dreamer sees it trying to unknot each part of its body to the wire.
Scene 4. Int./Ext. Garage of a House/Outside the Gate. Moments Later.
The dreamer is in the middle of the garage, watching and rooting for the monkey to save himself, or that his friend could help him. The monkey looks like a yarn ball painfully stucked to the wire. Suddenly, to the dreamer’s shock, the monkey’s body parts exploded intermittently, gushes of blood fly off the air and onto the floor, and on the next. Now comes the severely battered intestines, kidneys, waiting to disintegrate . The dreamer doesnt wait a second and leaves, runs outside the gate, believing that he’s to be faulted somewhat.
Scene 5. Ext. Streets/Sidewalk. Later.
The dreamer runs to the already-darkening streets, very afraid at the sight of blood, of the wailings of the forgotten monkey, and his friend who couldnt do nothing but see his friend as only sheaths of blood.
He runs very fast, overtaking a friend (is that you AJ?) who’s walking idly, not a care in the world, or rather prepared for the world’s daily grind.
Scene 6. Int. Garage of the Same House Earlier. Early Evening.
A teenaged showbizy Sherly Cruz (huh? yes!) and her brother enter their garage, unmindful of what happened to the dreamer’s dream. The same cemented floor where blood spewed forth was already squeaky clean. The young Sheryl Cruz, the bratty Sheryl Cruz, is the dreamer’s last thought.
THE END
P.S. My aplogies to Sheryl CRuz. This is only a dream. Should be a dream!
