Friday, June 3, 2011

Growing Pigs


I was at the base of an enormous mountain, heading inside through a series of tunnels and small rooms. It wasn’t like an ordinary mountain though… it was more like the big top candy mountain in the song. I had watched an old western movie on TV starring a very young Burl Ives before going to bed. No doubt, that led to the mountain. Alongside the passageways were numerous bins of candies and chocolates in wire baskets stacked two and three high.

Louis and Susan were with me, but somewhat ahead. I recall them bending over the bins shoveling up double handfuls of M&M’s. I figured the candy was there for the taking and reached down and scooped out a handful for myself and ate them as I walked along.

The next thing I knew, I was outside on a very steep grade of the mountain. Louis and Susan were gone and someone else was there telling me that the police were after me. It seems that they had identified the hand-scoop pattern in the M&M bin as belonging to me and were looking for me everywhere. They were driving police cars, but there was no road or path wide enough for them to drive the cars. I decided to head back down the mountain to turn myself in and to let them know that I thought the candy was free.

I headed down the mountain in a freefall. It was like I was in an elevator on the side of a sheer dropoff from the top of the mountain falling at a tremendous speed … actually not falling as much as a controlled rapid decent with no visible means of attachment to the mountainside.

Then, it was over. I discovered that the policeman had been attacked and was no longer looking for me. I found myself standing beside an open field, yet it was far too steep for me to actually stand there. I noticed a dog running around, excitedly sniffing as it searched the field. There was no explanation how the dog was able to stand where a person could not. Suddenly, it stopped and furiously began to dig. To my amazement, it dug up a small piglet. Although the moment felt surreal, I knew immediately what had transpired. The dog had dug up one of the pigs that the farmers on the mountain had planted. I realized that since the land was too steep to work regular crops, they had resorted to planting piglets ( like you do seed potatoes ) in order to grow a crop of hogs. They were harvesting a small piglet like you would a new potato in the early summer. Since a man could not stand on the steep hillside, they were using tracking dogs to find and retrieve the pigs in the same way farmers in France use pigs to sniff out truffles or morels.

I had just begun to ponder the idea that the piglets were only planted up to their necks in order to keep them from rolling down the mountainside and were instead grazing on grass within their reach instead of growing like potatoes. The thought occurred to me, however, that pigs don’t graze like cows.

I reluctantly woke up. It was 3:15 AM.