Every once in a while, I will be in bed when I am not totally in need of sleep, and yet not totally awake. These often fall on lazy days, when the sun is up and I don’t have much better to do.

Today, I had one of those days and I dreamed up a suspense movie.

From what I recall, it didn’t stray too far from a typical crime drama with some sci-fi elements intertwined because standard dimensions and reality are just boring.

I can still remember a few solid scenes from my brain movie, nearing the end.
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Act 4:
A spectator witnessing the murder of a pretty blonde. The mastermind criminal at this point is not known to them but this spectator is hiding in quiet and is waiting for the room to clear to discover the evil man’s identity. He is looking through a lensed device of some sorts and doesn’t dare look away. He is frantically trying to signal someone else in silent, using morse code and waving a little napkin. But nobody responds and suddenly things turn bleak. He spots the mastermind, and the mastermind spots him. Bam. He gets him in the eye with a silenced pistol, right through the telescope thing. All that surveillance for naught. Nobody even notices until he is dead for minutes.

Act 5:
Another scene involved a crowded room which was full of panic and fear. The evil guy was in the room, but the good guys couldn’t identify him. They just knew he was there. The main noble investigator was suddenly in the sights of the evil guy. Evil man pulls his gun for the sure kill, when out of nowhere, this crazy blade flies at him, landing in his eye socket, because that’s just the best place for blades to go. This scene is replayed and around the corner is someone who resembles this very same noble investigator. He has a bit more facial hair than the original investigator and he has these heat detecting goggles on. He sees the evil man, who is actually in a wheel chair behind a group of innocents. He pulls out some jumbo sized oblong throwing star thing and arcs it in the air like a boomerang. It hooks around and lands in the evil man’s eye. He looks over to the noble investigator and they exchange a little moment. They are the same person, and the rescuer is from the future. He tips his hat to himself and the other nods. Credits roll.
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Is noble future man gracious or selfserving? The good guy killed the bad guy, perhaps this is a very uneventful typical ending. But I like the idea of future self helping past self. It is the flip-side of the everyday idea of longterm thinking, current self helping future self. But I like reversing it, and many times I contemplate how future self would help me right now. What words of wisdom would widen our will to wictory? (sorry, i was on a woll) ((We just referred to ourself in the plural, we wants it, we needs it, we must have the …))

I also love my ending because there was no mention of time travel up to that point, and I think audiences would HATE that. Like, violently throwing food at the screen. Can you imagine a movie wrapping up with something totally outside the bounds of what you thought the movie was? haha, i just laugh I think I, the screenwriter, would be the true villain. Then, I would watch the movie in a crowded theatre with family and friends. As the plot concludes, I would stand up, and tip my hat to myself for such a dastardly maneuver.

To tip a hat can be both good or bad. I think that’s the moral of the story. I’m going to start wearing more hats.

So I dreamed of throwing rocks around a popular pretty girl I once knew. I climbed up a super large tree next to the trampoline and from there I threw large objects but nearly missing, alternating sides while she was jumping.

When she got off, I explained that I trust my throwing skills and there was no way they would ever hit her. But she asked why I wanted to scare her. I didn’t really know, but then a mob of people grab me and threw me some in dark unfriendly place and I woke up.

Why would I want to be mean to someone? I think I was intentionally mean in my dream. I am beyond such tactics to get attention for a girl to like me. Plus i think that ship has sailed with this one female. It was more to the effect that I wanted to be disliked and i wanted to be caught.

Ok, this was my dream, my second lame story vivid dream in two days. Seriously if you want the rights to make this into a movie, i’ll trade it for a glass of liquefied pizza. Oh, and for the analytical crowd, there is no taken girl in reality (no girl at all) and I would definitely choose a more heroic ending if i could. But it makes this one more interesting I think. At least from a psychoanalysis and also an engineering perspective. If you read this one or the next one and make sense of it, then you deserve a cookie, or twelve dozen.

here goes…
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I don’t know where this dream came from. But I guess it isn’t too imaginative or bizarre. Two of the three people I come across I haven’t talked with in a while. Which is weird. Oh well.

Here’s what I came up with. (more…)

Oh, I thought I typed this up, but I hadn’t

here it is The week 7 2007 Camp Staff Story

Once upon a time
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threeupdotca : so there was a football player named jiminy
threeupdotca : he played for some small college out in west borechuk
threeupdotca : they called him the cricket and all the girls loved him
threeupdotca : except for one named tella
threeupdotca : she grew up on a beet farm
audience : odd names lol
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This is easily one of my least creative stories, but it is a giant run-on (sorry grammar teachers!) and I used all the camp staff for program and counselors (sry kitchen and maintenance )

http://picasaweb.google.com/threeupca/CampWk307/photo#5090154326599675602

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me (12:30:02): for now i will have a… happy story?
audience(12:30:58): well i don’t feel like ballin my eyes out
me (12:31:32): ok
me (12:31:37): well i’m not taht good of a story teller anyway
audience(12:31:45): lol
me (12:31:53): but a happy story
me (12:31:57): maybe!
me (12:31:59): dun dun dun
me (12:32:11): starring…. vince and della
me (12:32:40): guest starring … tappy and rugfim
me (12:32:46): ….
me (12:32:58): one fine morning on a blindingly bright day
audience(12:32:52): do i know who they are?
me (12:33:03): no
me (12:33:05): its all random
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Three good stories. Or not so good. Depends what measuring scale you use.

[23:27] Sheridan: maybei can just talk aimlessly
[23:27] audience: go ahead
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Two stories in here!

Sheridan says: A traveling magician was touring with a brigade of salesman one day
Sheridan says: he stopped at the town of Stalporva and asked for directions
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