Earlier today, I tell mom that last night I dreamed about Keanu Reeves.
“Do you know who he is?” I ask her.
“Of course, I know”, she answers.
Five minutes later I hear my mom laughing uncontrollably.
“What’s going on”, I exclaim.
Nothing. No answer, mom still laughing her butt off.
“What’s happening”, I repeat my question.
Sis then tells me that, while browsing a website, mom got to a video showing Keanu Reeves in the foreground. It was a short scene from the movie Matrix, the part where Neo goes to the Oracle. If you don’t remember or haven’t seen the movie, here is how the conversation went on:
The Oracle: You know why Morpheus has brought you to see me.
The Oracle: So. . . What do you think?…Do you think you are the One?
Neo: Honestly, I don’t know.
The Oracle: You know what that means? (She points towards a board above the door.) It’s Latin. It means Know thyself. I’m going to let you on a little secret: being the One is just like being in love. No one can tell you that you are in love, you just know it. Through and through. Bones to bones. Well, I better have a look at you.
It’s funny, in a way. A few days back, I dreamed my own Oracle: an old, tall, thin guy, wearing a black hat and a pair of sunglasses. My father found him sitting on a bench and he brought me to see him. There was something unusual about the old man. And while looking at him, I thought he was either blind or deaf. I wasn’t sure whether I was supposed to prove myself or not. But all of a sudden, I began communicating through my mysterious sign language. He took a brief look at me, stopped me midway through and gave me the friendliest smile ever. He then said:
“You do not choose the energy. The energy chooses you.”
Four hours later, mom is still laughing.