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So
I had absolutely no idea what to write about today. Then, as I was
lying awake in my bed last night, well I didn't think of something to
write about, but I somehow got this idea into my mind and it morphed
and evolved and all of a sudden I had a whole plot to what seemed
like an awesome movie in my mind.
This
seems to happen a lot. In a state of half-consciousness my mind goes
everywhere at once and I come up with an idea for an Arnold
Schwarzenegger movie.
It's
happened while I slept too. The weirdest dreams that don't even make
sense when you speak them could be potentially huge blockbusters. You
know, once you get past the confusing characters, huge plot holes,
and copyright issues, my dreams could be the next Avatar.
After
this one dream I had January 2012 (because I keep an effing log,
bitches), I immediately thought, This would be a great movie.
I don't know why, considering I didn't even know what was going on
whilst writing it down. I'll shorten it up to save you the time and
utter confusion.
Last
night I had a really long dream. I was like, in my furnace room
(which wasn't supposed to be the furnace room) and I had to go
through this weird obstacle course thing. I skipped the first step,
then finished it, but had to do it because I didn't do the first
part. The first step was something really difficult that I couldn't
accomplish, but somehow got past it.
Then
I was finishing the rest when I ended up in the attic of some weird
barn. This was at the end of the obstacle course; I couldn't leave,
though, because there was air coming up from the ledge of the exit
(which was a known fact, that you couldn't leave then).
Anyway,
I was like, "How are we going to get out now?" And then
Joseph Gordon-Levitt was kind of being a dumb ass and jumped off the
thing all like, "I can go through!" Well, he couldn't go
through and died. I was like, "I'll say he died a hero: trying
to save us."
Bailey
grabbed me and we jumped through the doorway of the barn. She told me
that, since she skipped the first steps, she was able to break the
barrier of the door that killed Joseph Gordon-Levitt and go through.
It
all made sense in my head.
(This
is where the copyright problem kicks in.) So we got out of
the obstacle course and were now in this field and all the Harry
Potter characters were frozen in time, but they were all hugging so I
assumed it was right after the defeat of Voldemort. I then realized
that that was why we had to complete the obstacle course: to save the
characters from being frozen in time forever, and we failed.
My
friend posted something on her Tumblr a while ago about something
similar, although she referred to it as “New-York-Times Bestseller
Potential”. (And that's where we stand. Me, movies. Her, books.)
“So
I had a dream last night...There was mystery. There was drama. There
was romance. Some guy was out killing people, and I was working with
these two other guys on the case. I don’t remember anything except
that last five minutes of it, where we’re in the morgue—and the
tall guy, the smart one who was in charge—-is having an epiphany on
who the killer is. He leans forward, savagly over the dead body and
tells us the body is a fake, that the real “victim” is actually
alive—because his eyes are fake or something. He’s still staring
intensely at the fake eyes and he opens his mouth to tell us who the
killer was, where the real victim is, how it all occured—and in the
preternatural, third person [omniscient] way, I knew that it was all
going to be brilliant, intelligent, thrilling—-and then my fucking
alarm went off.”
Why
is it when we're in lesser states of consciousness, do we weave what
seem to us like the best ideas for movies/books. I mean, even Ernest
Hemingway wrote his best work drunk off of his ass. And can we really
believe that some crazy ass shit like Inception or Fight
Club were first thought of by someone who was sober or awake or
even sane?