DREAM SCRIPT

The main character, a girl of about 10-12, wakes up in the middle of a parking lot. Wide panel, girl is small. Three panels until a close up on her squinting into the sky.

A few birds circle in the sky, she gets up and starts walking.

Two pages, walking in a parking lot. The sky is cloudless, only a few birds are circling. Any cars are spaced few and far between, and decaying.

Finally, a voice enters, with a speech bubble coming from near the girl, though it is not her voice.

V: Nice day.

Shot of the girl looking almost directly at the viewer.. The voice continues.

V: Still, all this walking will get you nowhere.

The girl is looking confused, but is not alarmed.

V: It’s time to go up, I think.

The voice reveals itself as a woman, only about thirty.  She is dark skinned and elegant, wearing dark clothing that drapes over her. The girl doesn’t seem to bothered, but expresses interest when a rope comes seemingly from the sky.  ( long vertical panel, only the rope against the sky, the girl and woman at the bottom)

The girl wordlessly beings to climb the rope. A full body panel, then one of the hands grasping it. Another panel reveals the rope is yanked upwards.

The woman stays below, and is left off screen.

The next pane is of the girl climbing onto a balcony. The balcony is revealed to be attached to a theatre, that is consumed by clouds at its base.

The girl stands up and is faced with a crowd of people standing  silently on the small balcony. (birds are still flying above the clouds). The girl looks around, seeing only where she came from and an entrance on the front of the building (on the balcony) that is closed.

The voice reappears. (the speech bubble appears first, over the girl’s head. A second panel reveals the woman)

V: I am here to pick up my artwork.

The expressionless crowd parts enough for the woman to slip through, she walks right through the door, but the girl is cut off as the crowd assumes their original positions.  The girl, frustrated, sits down on the floor.

The girl noticed the birds are circling closer, and more are landing on the balcony railing.  As she looks around, she notices they are beginning to chew and peck at the crowd.  The crowd doesn’t seem concerned until one bird begins ripping at the clothes, quickly followed by the others.

The crowd is alarmed. The girl is cornered as the crowd panics in the small space. She reaches down and takes off her boot to throw at the birds. The birds disperse for the moment, just in time for the woman to re-emerge from the building.

The woman has a large canvas that is framed under her arm. She takes in the situation and rushes through the crowd, pushing herself and the girl off the balcony.

The girl, believing she is going to die, screams. The woman only closes her eyes. The canvas painting gains flight, stopping their fall.

The girl looks at the woman with surprise, and is met with a slight smile. The girl is reassured and looks out into the open sky as the canvas flies them away from the theatre.

Dream Achetype

The only dream I’ve had recently:

I fell asleep on my friend’s couch after a few days of two hour nights.  

The dream cut into my friend and I walking across the campus parking lot, heading towards an enormous theatre that definitely does not actually exist. We climbed a rope ladder to a balcony, and she explained she had to pick up her artwork.

The balcony was small, 5x6’ish and was full of students standing, waiting for nothing in particular. It wasn’t long before horrible CG birds appeared, floating on the sides, flapping only their wing tips. We took this as a good reason to leave, but halfway back to the dorm, I realized I’d forgotten my boots. Once again, I climbed the rope ladder back up, retrieved my boots, and found all of the students on the balcony laying down.

They were all Computer animation students, taking naps. In a moment of great clarity, I commented I was taking a nap as well. I referred to it as a “rage quit”. The students and I waxed poetic about hating life and our major. I climbed back down the ladder, now feeling anxious that I had left my first friends’ house without saying good bye and that I couldn’t even remember doing so.

Then, I woke up on their couch. 

The only thing this seems like it would spawn would be a “slice of life comic. It was  very boring dream. Perhaps a dream about birds attacking, with a character that is completely indifferent and more concerned with social

Fantasy rewrite

Ginger

Clearheaded

Absurd

Businesslike

Fox

Aggressive conversationalist

Social outcast

Optimistic

Once, long, long ago, a woman and a man seeking the perfect child baked a gingerbread man. Clearly, this was a reasonable plan, for they were both very confused, and often ignored their actual children. 

But when the cookie was ready and the woman opened the oven, the little man leapt from the sheet and sprinted away.

Old woman: Stop!

Ginger: What is it?

Old Woman: you can’t go outside, you’re naked! I must dress you.

The old woman gestures to a collection of mints and gummy candies, as well as a tube of frosting.  Another panel is dedicated to ginger considering. Then, in a  separate panel:

Ginger: Yes, you’re right! How silly of me.

Ginger returns to the table, and waits patiently for the woman to dress him. In candy.

Ginger: Thank you for your helpfulness, madam. I must be on my way, now.

Ginger hops off the table and races out the door. The old woman and her husband run to the door, exchange a look, and set off in pursuit.

The fox, now up to her ears in water, is paddling furiously, Ginger standing tip toe on her nose. The shore is in the distance, a bit below eye level.

Ginger: There it is! The shore! Faster,  Faster!

Fox: Oh, yes, right away, I am quite tired, but you have to promise me we’re in this together, now, right?

Ginger: Excuse me?

Fox: I thought we really bonded, you know, this running from the man, and all.

Ginger: You mean an old couple with surprising agility. And “Bonded”? We’ve only just met.

The fox is panting and paddling still, but she looks frustrated.

Fox: Yes, but you listen to me! I’m sick of people not listening! Not speaking animal is no excuse anyway! This whole time you haven’t complained at all about my blathering, and most people ignore me. Therefore, I’ve declared us friends.

Ginger (speaking over fox, who continues to ramble): That could have something to do with the fact that you’re serving as my watercraft, and it’s in poor taste to talk down to one’s means of transport. 

They reach the shore, fox still rambling, having forgotten she was frustrated at all.

Ginger: Oh, we’ve made it! A partnership it is, you fine beast! Now, Let us ride!