Things That Make Me Wonder
Do You Ever Dream or Think in Cartoon?
Now I know this may be a strange thing for a 43 year old woman to ask... but sometimes I dream in Cartoon...
Its not that I have children who watch cartoons, and for that matter I currently don't even have cable, so TV altogether is non-existent in my home.
And yet on rare occasions, I dream in cartoon. I rarely remember my cartoon dreams...but they are not always fun. Sometimes they are very dark and even scary... like clowns. And for those that are freaked out by clowns they know exactly what I mean.
Perhaps its my generation... The Gen X'ers, the latch key kids who grew up walking home from school, using the key their mothers put on long yarn necklaces to gain access to a very empty house. And after following the carefully written chore list (yeah, the do it or die list... if you don't do it your mother will kill you one.... yep, that one!), which included the first priority of either letter the dog in or out... the second priority was to grab a cereal bowl, pour your captain crunch or lucky charms with whole milk... trying not to slosh it on the carpet, and plop yourself down in front of the TV where you would watch afternoon cartoons. You know the ones... HeMan & the Masters of the Universe... wondering why they made a really cool side kick tiger turn into a weird Tigerdragonthingy. And being a very curious and healthy 11 or 12 year old girl... why looking at He-Man always made me feel very cozy inside... (The same could be true for my male counterparts and She-Ra... LOL). But alas I digress. Then at 4:30 exactly, you would take 10 minutes, rush like crazy to get the rest of your chores done on the do it or die list, and then plop down at the kitchen table just in time for your Parents to arrive home from work as if you were somehow doing homework the whole time... Oh Please!
But somehow during these transitional years into our teens, for our Generation, cartoons remained a part of our world. I bet most of us could even recite the entire theme song to the Saturday morning favorite Fat Albert cartoon! We weren't so grown up, there was still an innocence between the ages of 11 & 16. We didn't have cell phones, laptops, tablets, xbox, or even pagers yet.
A Tweet was a sound Tweety Bird made provoking Sylvester, Facebook was our literal faces in a literal book and we hung out with friends on our bikes until dusk.
Perhaps with all the craziness in the world, the stress of life, somehow my sub-conscience reverts back to cartoons as a way to cope... (Thank you Freud!).... Its an interesting thought anyway!