i dreamt a film.
Leo was in it. It has to be Leo, he's got to do it.
There were two worlds... the seen, and not.
There was... life. Us. Scurrying about, talking, walking. Swearing, not calling our Moms, eating foods and feeling shitty later. Shooting whiskey, chugging kombucha. Whichever. Us being us, as us as we can be.
Until things began to happen and unexplained phenomena hinted at deeper communication. Telepathy. Souls, minds, connected across time. Thought transferrence.
And the Leo guy woke up. And life wasn't really life. It was all a mindtrap, a loop, an illusion. Our real selves were shackled and working, indentured, in a gray and imprisoned world.
And warehouses full of mentalists spent hours keeping us in our illusions, like air-traffic controllers, as we worked for them.
But once Leo woke up, it was game on. Then, he found a girl. In the illusory world, when he fell back under, into the "Us" world. And things she said reverbed in such a way that he got chills. She knew, she had to. She had that look, she just got it.
They had to work cautiously, covertly, in mind and then in bits and pieces, in the physical gray world... to free themselves. And everyone.
Someone make this movie, I want to watch it. Outside of my head. Otherwise it'll go on my to-write list and I've just got too much. There's too much. I am blessed, muses everywhere and they don't stop whispering, really.
Not enough time in my life for all the creativity that pours through. Good problem to have, not complaining. Just need to get this Leo sci-fi/ dystopia out of my head so I can sleep.
I know you know what I mean.
Don't start putting different actors in, either, it has to be Leo. I feel like the heroine could be Clare Danes, maybe.
Maybe I'll read up on screenwriting. Cuz I've got SO MUCH TIME.
Caps mean sarcasm, in this case.
My eyelids hurt and my body is tired but my brain is doing 5ks.
I feel like Musk should design spacecraft that separates, once past Earth's orbit, into many smaller craft. Because ants. How they carry so much, methodically, slowly, but together... powerful. Building new worlds on the far side of the yard. It might as well be another solar system. Or planet, at least.
My kingdom for an Oreo. Just one.
I think about Olivia, Ana's Mom, a lot. I wrote her with Shirley MacLaine in mind. She was chill. Wise. Quirky. I'd hang out with so many of my characters. I wrote some interesting ones.
I wanna bring a Go, Johnny, Go sign to Jones Beach for The Mayer. But I'm too lazy to make one. But go, dude. A la Chuck Berry. Or Marty McFly, whatever blows your hair back. Please channel us some Jimi, I know you can. He chooses you, you don't have a choice. Just let him wail. He does it for all of us, man.
I miss my little boy and I'm no-joke snuggling with his PawPatrol blanket that I swiped from his bedroom. Smells like his bath-head. He always had blue eyes but I think they're turning hazel. Is that possible? Oh my Goddess, I love him. 😍
I don't know if I could do "the road." Like 24/7. I could do the every other weekend kind of road-life. And be home in between for grounding and things that feel like home.
how do you make hotels in strange places feel like home?
or do you carry home with you?
or is home an illusory concept and maybe you're searching for it... out there?
something about that haunts me. In a kinship, kind of kindred way, inexplicably. Like, I want to start a blog for road warriors to read, so they can connect and feel a taste of peace, home, connectedness.
I know you think you're weirder, but we'll just have to see about that. I want to tell you my cool John Lennon dreams from the early nineties, but they're in my new book. Rad though, really rad. You'd get a kick out of them. You'd be like, what? Shut up. And I'd be like... I swear. And you'd be like.... dude. Chills. Arm hair.
I dance with people in my mind when I go walking to salsa music. Yes, we're both great. Suave. We win competitions.
"Now let the day just drift away and the dark night will wash over you... Nocturne."
Going back to sleep. Thanks for hangin out. I'm sorry I can't listen your thoughts too, but I'm finally tired. Goodnight. Get some rest. Take good care of yourself. We need you. You're pretty special. I hope you know that.
PS tell Leo about the movie. 👌🏻