Amazing Dream
I woke up this morning thinking about my screenplay, a project I havent worked on for almost 3 years. I woke with the strongest desire to edit it and submit it to Warner Bros. As I lay there, looking at the stars over the mountains, I realized what a wonder it was to have such a desire after so long, and then I started to remember my dream!
I was living and working around a group of people, it didn't make much sense. Even the physical environment was a dream reality with mutliple levels and people seemed to be flying about. I knew someone there who had just purchased a camera to use to film movies, and he was talking about getting started on some film projects. I said nothing about my desire to make films. He did more talking about it than he did acting on his intention. Eventually, I ran across some people working in a library that I seemed to be acquainted with, and they were working to make a sort of Power Point presentation about a topic that would be viewed by visitors to the library. I interrupted their work, and asked if they would be willing for me to make a film of this topic, and they were interested. I knew then that the next step was to contact a professor in the area, a person who had access to cameras and equipment, and see if he would be willing to rent me the equipment to make this film for the library. I don't remember the scene, but I have this vivid memory of the conversation with him. He asked me how I was qualitifed to use the equipment, and I gave this incredible speech, about how I have no training, no experience, and have no practical reason to believe that I can accomplish this task, other than this incredible sense of knowing that I CAN do it, that I was meant to do it. I told him that I have always been a visual thinker, and that the reason my writing is so powerful is because I first visualize my subject and then write the descriptions from what I see. I also told him that every director does a first film without any experience, and that fact doesn't bother me at all, In fact, I tell him, I could be the next Spielberg. I know I'm meant to do this work. I don't remember much after that, just one moment where I'm looking at that other person's storyboards for a film he keeps talking about shooting, and thinking that I should sit down and storyboard my project.
Now that I'm awake and thinking this through, how amazing that I woke up thinking about my screenplay, about some of the beautiful turns it takes, and rethinking some of the rougher transitions. In truth, my earlier work is lost because of my hard drive crash years ago. But I could rewrite the story, and perhaps the second time it will be even more poignant and real. And how amazing that this project, and not one of the book projects I've mapped out, is the one that is on my heart. I don't know where I can find the time during this month to start it, with my heavy client deadlines and the need to complete my taxes. But I'm feeling today like I need to get the script to Warner Bros. Maybe someone over there is thinking about that project again. Maybe now the timing is right, especially after Harry Potter's success. This would certainly fall into the same audience.
One other interesting thing -- my body ached last night from the work I did on the patio. I think mostly it was the firewood that wore me out and left my lower back just a bit stiff. I was yawning at 9 PM, so I took advantage of that to get an early start today. It did take a while to fall asleep soundly, but I feel refreshed and ready to go today, although very protective of my space. I lit candles and still have not turned on lights. I love this aspect of my early mornings... the sense that I'm carving out sacred space to open my heart and soul in peace.
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