CHOICE

Several nights ago, I had another one of those film noir dreams I have once in a blue moon (Yuck, blue moon). This time, it had Meryl Streep in it. Along with Clint Eastwood, it seemed like an old Western film in black and white. What's interesting about this is that I was in the set. What my role was, well, that I could not tell. (Certainly, it didn't seem like just a simple production assistant [Which I loathe. Yes. Loathe. {Hi, future PA's!}]) Well, whatever my role was, it felt satisfying enough to make me linger. Inevitably, since my first dream of this kind a few years back (The one where I dreamt of a dark hotel (in a Hitchcock-like premise) where Marlon Brando as a fugitive was trying to escape the clutches of either Humphrey Bogart or Clark Gable [I think it was Bogey. But I'm not sure.]), I've been having a hunger to create something like that of the quality of the old film genres (Where script was highly prioritized as opposed to visual effects and other 'entertaining' aspects of film). Frankly, I can't wait to shoot a film (again). Who knows, (although this isn't my priority) my other dream about myself and Charlize Theron walking to the Oscar podium might come true one day! (Yeah baby yeah!)