david lynch’s my little pony
I dreamt that A_______ and I went to a movie. it was after hours, but since we had friends who worked at the theatre they let us in. they couldn’t run the projectors, but offered to let us watch some movie they had on a television at the front row of one of the theatres.
we settled in and sat through a long credit sequence with illegible, small white characters on black. it went on for a long time. all that was clear was that this was a david lynch adaptation of some children’s cartoon; possibly carebears or my little pony.
the intro scene: gloomy music, a camera pointed at the ground dips low and back up while moving forward. The ground is green and brown and grey; the angle of the camera slowly lifts up to reveal rainbows and clouds in the distance.
the audience member sees the film through the eyes of different character, but also experiences emotion, taste, smell. we’re introduced to a happy-go-lucky rainbow pony. she lives on a chicken farm. her parents are very powerful and she lives in a world of privilege and comfort.
an awful cretinous creature shambles up the hill to the farm. he is ashen and decaying, wearing tatters and covered in filth. crumpled, sad, broken. he is unlike anything else around–he has no rainbows, sunshine, or shooting stars.
the pony knows of this creature and has been told of its evil, so it taunts it and tries to shoo it away. it insists it’s hungry and needs chickens. or eggs. the pony refuses and threatens to get her father. finally, she throws heavy things (rocks?) at the creature and he’s knocked back down the hill and away from the farm.
the audience member is now seeing things from the point of view of the creature. he is overcome with hunger. he can feel himself dying. he knows his only chance is to get eggs from the farm. he starts back up the hill.
he reaches the halfway point and hears a commotion above. little eggs start rolling down the hill to him. ecstasy; jubilation. he frantically scrapes them up into his withered claws and stuffs them in his mouth.
instead of being crunchy normal eggs, they’re soft and yielding, like gushers. the audience member can taste them, feel them in their mouth. both the eggs and the mouth shrink and grow and seem far from the body, but soon they pop and the distinct taste of blood fills the mouth.
the creature is completely satisfied and wanders blissfully away.
the audience member is back in the perspective of the pony. while the creature feasted, some kind of official starburst pegasus came to visit the pony’s parents.
Some law had been broken; the farm would be taken by the state and the family rendered homeless. The final scene is the gut wrenching fear of the pony as she watches her father hand the land deed over to the official pegasus.
A_______ and I leave to find food.
