Hear is my second screenplay:  Dream. It was called Dreamers, but there was a movie by that name. If you see any mistakes in it, please let me know. Enjoy!

 A simple worker, finds Lucid Dreaming   and his life starts getting better. Not the way he wants but way better.

This is my first screenplay:  Fade Factor.

It is based on the Time Magazine article.

A simple worker finds Lucid Dreaming and his life starts getting better, not the way he wants, but way better.

Synopsis

(short versions)

of both screenplays

Writings

A man with a rather lump, irregular looking face picks up a copy of  Time Magazine's "Man of The Year" edition. He sets fire to one,  into the roaring fire. 

Here's our project coordinator,  nothing short of genius. Here's our audio guy he's nothing so much as genius either.  They know each other.

She is the  wife of Julius Rector.  And rather nasty looking.    You two aren't carrying on are you?  Of course not! 

At Rector Brain Research we remind people of the incredible minds they have. 

What the three of us are here for is to tackle the two major challenges we face today.  One, get the training time down from two weeks to three days, and two, eliminate fading, what I call the Fade Factor.

And something happened with the brain wave signatures. They became identical, like somebody flipped a switch, the weirdest thing!   No two are alike.  Somehow there's communication between the two sleepers if they're on the same pulse frequency .   We don't even know what's happening or why.

A TV announcer says: "Pack light, and still pack a wallop at the conference table.  It will change your life, in just three days.  A simple program to maintain performance with as little as 40 minutes a day of passive listening. For as long as you want to continue functioning as you are right now."

Okay, you gotta listen to this. I got a copy of the new maintenance CD.  I've been comparing it to the last one,  and I could swear they're different. It's subtle, but they just feel different.

Look at that. The signature. The colors indicate the frequencies. The height indicates the level. Looks pretty normal, except this faint orange band here. It could be something.

The age of the computer is drawing to a close. Audience gasps as the computer, monitor, keyboard and all, is hauled over to the window and tossed out.

She motions towards three framed pictures. Julius is in the center.  It's an illusion.  She pick up a small mirror puts it up to the picture of Julius, lining it up vertically with the center of the picture and reflecting the left hand side of Julius face. The guy on the left is actually the left side of Julius face.  She then turns the mirror around showing him the other side of the illusion, and this is just the right side of his face.  He's like two people.

The marriage was his idea. But you came along. So Julius is really my brother.   After some extensive .. surgery .. on his beautiful face. And now he is rotting away in jail. Aerial shot of the boat.  The water is perfectly calm, except for a few ripples encircling the gently rocking boat.

Julius  wanted us to think there was information exchanged between subjects.

 We see the prisoners getting off the city bus and walking through the prison gate with guards escorting. We can barely make out a figure walking towards the bus and getting on.  Why didn't I see that? Who is that?  We found his prison uniform. It had been altered on one side to look like street clothes. Rector?  Rector.
 
It’s plain as day!  Who is that? We found his prison uniform. It had been altered on one side to look like street clothes. We figured it helped him slip out without being seen.

Randy has heard about Lucid Dreams but has always thought it was something people would feel, but he once met a woman who told him she got one. Well he got some books and tried it for himself. At first he thought it was it was trash. Still he kept thinking about her and kept trying. He was losing sleep, coming in late, and he soon lost his job. He loved that job, but he was not that upset, for some reason.

He starts to remember when he was a kid he started playing with a Radio Flier Wagon. He thought about it and went to a professor at the University Of Washington to ask him about it. The professor said it wouldn’t work, but he went to a doctor he knew and the doctor thought it could get him through an idea he had been working on.  If so it could be a moneymaker. Randy thought nothing about it until he got a check, a big check from the doctor to thank him for all the help.

He got an apartment where he girl he was enamored with but, he found out she was a mole. He found out he was really in love with someone else. He found a way to find her and find happiness.

My writing goals:

 

1) No ‘search-for-the-magical-thing’ story lines. When I see a magical thing, I want to know how its magic works. Why is it magical and how did it get that way? And I won’t believe in its magic if that is left up in the air. I need a scientific explanation, and it’d better make sense. It’s not enough to refer to legend. It has to seem real.When I see a puppet, I see strings. When I see a movie, I see a guy sitting down at a computer, writing a story, and a movie company with all the cameras, lights, actors and special effect trappings. But writing is different. It’s like a cartoon, because all the pretensions are stripped away. You don’t question how they did the special effects in a cartoon. It’s obvious. With a written story, the special effects are superb, because they’re all done in your mind. They’re perfect. Fortunately, for most people, a movie works, so for mostly monetary reasons, I’d like to see some of my stories on the screen.

 

2) No good-guy-vs-bad-guy stories. It’s been done before. Nobody is all good or all bad, and it’s lazy writing to fall back on those stereotypes. And, they’re mostly predictable: The good guy is going to win. A lot of good and bad guys will die, but good will prevail.A lot of these stories have the right idea, implemented in the wrong way. I believe stories should make the reader feel good, even euphoric. But just having the good guy win doesn’t do it for me if it feels contrived. Having a good guy underdog and a bad evil guy, and the underdog wins is a good story, but it’s been told. Using that same construct is lazy writing. (I know, so is repetition.)

 

3) No ‘I’ve-created-a-monster’ story lines. I’ve probably seen and read a hundred stories about a scientist who discovers or invents something profound, only to have it get out of hand and become destructive. What follows is the inevitable race to destroy the creation before it destroys mankind. Enough already.

 

Again, lazy writing. If I can see it coming, it’s a waste of my young (sp) life.There are probably more goals, and I may add to the list, but those are a good start. So what do I write? I can best answer that by letting you see what I come up with.

 

 

 

Wow I just found another screenplay!  Trouble is ... it's not finished!  So, I have to put on my thinking cap, and put it on the website and finish it.  I can't find the copy in my computer, so that's another thing.  Writing is SO HARD, but I love it.  My wife volunteered to type them!  So, when I get it all typed up I'll put it right here.  Then, the second one. THANK YOU Connie.

 

This is the first of my Writings.  It is a screenplay.  The difference between it and a story is that it is written as a movie, with directions on how it is to be shot.  It may be a bit hard to read, at first, but I will eventually write it in a little bit more readable form later.  

 

This is called "Fade Factor".  I hope you like it.   If you do, or if you don't, leave me a message at Mike@MikePurdy.com .

 

Linda

 

I listened to your screenplay. It was very interesting, although a bit bizzar! I have never listened to an "audio book" before, so it was kind of hard to follow in the beginning part, but I followed fine once it got in more. There is a "blurb" in the recording in part 3 @ 7:16-7:22 where it is inaudible. I remember when Steve wrote his novel several years ago, and you both have good potential! Good luck and please keep me posted, ok? Love you!

 

I'll work on fixing the "blurb".  It's not that hard to read so far.

 

At the bottom of the page, there's a short story idea I ran across in my story ideas.  Give it a read, and keep the mailbox in mind:  mike@mikepurdy.com

 

 

The Man Who Looked Like Somebody

 

(July 29, 2006 Mike Purdy)

 

Maybe it was the way he carried himself, his rocklike inner confidence, the way he looked you straight in the eye. He was like the dog you couldn’t resist petting, the way he looked like he already knew you. Whatever it was, he seemed to make immediate connections, but not for himself. You see, John was always being confused for someone else. It was usually a movie or television star or politician, or someone else in the public eye. Complete strangers would snap his picture, sometimes having their photo taken with him by a husband or wife. It was very common for a young lady to approach him at dinner and start to say something like, “hey, aren’t you … “. And before she could get the name out, he was there with his response, “I might be!”, with a smile and a wink and an invite for her to join him, without giving her the chance to ask outright for a name. Because if he did tell her he was someone he wasn’t, that would be impersonation, which, he figured, must be illegal, or at least deceptive advertising. If he got lucky and they somehow hit it off, which was almost invariably the case, he could have a clear conscience, as well as a wonderful memory.

 

He was a truly charming man, quick to smile and engage in most any conversation, but rather dim-witted and innocently ignorant of current events, or ancient ones for that matter. But he had learned early in life to say as little as necessary and to even mimic people like Ronald Reagan, using stalls like, “Well … “ and “I don’t know about that … “ and “I’d have to think about that … “, accompanied by a sheepish little self-grin that made one think he was deep in thought. It was very endearing, and was usually all the response he needed before the conversation shifted to something else. And he flattered people by turning the question around by asking what they thought. It worked to not only deflect the questioner and disguise his lack of opinion but to give the impression he was interested in him at the same time.His personality made him perfect for middle management, since he could blend into almost any organization without need for expertise or experience. The Peter Principle served him well, allowing him to ooze up the ladder of success without really applying himself and to earn a comfortable living in the business world as an assistant-this or vice-that, positions that kept him out of the direct line of fire when tempers flared or budget cuts were made. He would simply latch onto someone else with goals, talent and ambition and basically earn his keep by making him or her look good. His life was carefree and almost completely devoid of stress, until he reached his mid to late 50s.

 

There comes a time in everyone’s life, no matter how young-hearted and active they are, that they have to face the fact that they are getting older. Even Dick Clark can’t keep looking younger than his years forever. You find yourself blending into the background more, almost as your graying hair takes its course, the eyes stop following you and your body starts to adopt a kind of natural camouflage that keeps prospective suitors from approaching. I suppose an anthropologist would say that as your seeds start to dry out you become less suitable as a mate, so your body starts sending out signals that radiate in all directions to repel any advances by the opposite sex that would inevitably turn out to result in an unproductive coupling. Even the application of supplementary pheromones only causes momentary confusion and a look that says something like, “Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” John in particular elicited that response since he actually did look like someone else.The natural aging process, along with John’s inability take care of himself physically, took its toll on his appearance.

 

He was unable to make the shift from doing-whatever-you want and eating-whichever-you-like to breakfasting on oatmeal and jogging or going to a gym. He was never the physical type, and in his middle age diet and lack of exercise gradually turned his natural handsomeness into a pudgy blob of a man. His once-radiant smile was becoming faded and yellow, his slow-wittedness less easily covered up, and his prancing gate became more of a stiff wobble. He longed to be recognized again, even as someone else, to get a little misplaced attention or undeserved recognition. And he longed to have female companionship without having to work for it, but who, he would ask himself, would give a second look to this lecherous old man? So he would often delve into his vast library of carnal memories to ease his loneliness. But reminding himself of who he used to be, or rather of what others used to think he was, only made matters worse. It felt so cold being ordinary. Oh, to have some of that back again.Where to go? He gets recognized … as a killer … the spitting image of another guy …

 

 

story unfolds leading the reader to think he really did it (during a drunken blackout?) .. he’s executed (dies in prison … ) then we find out it wasn’t really him.

Dreamer

WRITTEN BY

MIKE PURDY


Copyright (c) 2018
206-300-2694


INT: LARGE WAREHOUSE-LIKE BUILDING.
RANDY COLES, 35, is being chased by 4 uniformed armed security guards. He takes flight, flapping his arms wildly, coming to rest briefly at the top of a light pole. For a moment he is above the arc light and is hidden from the men by the glare. He has just enough time to catch his breath when he is spotted by a guard with a powerful flashlight.
GUARD
There he is! Get him!
One of the guards fires a shot from his handgun, knocking out the light and narrowly missing Randy. Randy flies off with the guards close behind. His frantic arm flapping tires him quickly, but luckily there is a 5-story building in view. He gives a mighty effort, flying up and landing on the building’s roof. Finding the door to the stairs locked, he concentrates hard and painfully pushes himself through the steel in the middle of the door.
He runs down one flight of stairs, then another before hearing the approaching pack of guards. He opens the door to the third floor, heads down the hallway and again pushes himself through a locked glass door. Just as he makes it through, the glass shatters, propelling Randy forward with enough force to fling him into a large copier at the far wall. Stunned for a moment, he again hears the approaching guards.
Randy closes his eyes, concentrates hard, and becomes invisible. He carefully stands and makes his way to a corner, behind a desk.
A guard kicks the rest of the glass out of the door and they enter through the hole. Even though they don’t see him, they search the room with outstretched arms. Randy is approached by a guard and wriggles past him, but it’s too close.
GUARD 1
It's him! He's over here. I felt him!
GUARD 2 (POINTING)
There! He's there!
The first guard pulls a small can of spray paint out of a holster on his belt, sprays it towards Randy, revealing his whereabouts. Randy coughs from the paint fumes as the guards rush towards him.
CUT TO:
INT: BEDROOM OF SMALL CLUTTERED APARTMENT, DAY.
ALARM sounds. The clock reads 7:56 AM. Randy wakes up groggily, shuts off alarm, walks to kitchen in his underwear. He pours a cup of coffee from a thermos on the counter and puts it in the microwave. After a minute he removes the cup, takes a sip and heads for the shower.
CUT TO:
INT: SOUTHSMITH RECORDING STUDIO LOBBY, DAY.
Randy saunters through the door, past BETTY, the receptionist, who acknowledges him weakly. He is carrying the thermos and is dressed very casually in jeans, t-shirt and long sleeved shirt, unbuttoned. He stops by the coffee room, deposits the thermos and grabs a cup of coffee, then heads down the hallway to BOB’s office where BOB is just hanging up the phone. He smiles as Randy flops in a chair in the studio manager’s office. Bob, going over the projects of the day, hands a small stack of papers across the desk to Randy.
BOB
Finish up the final mix on the Celeste session. They’ll be in to hear it at 3, then you have a 5 o'clock with Emma Dylan.  Should be a      fun one. I'm glad you’re handling her instead of me. I don't know where you get all that patience.
RANDY
It's what I do.
BOB
Well, you’re the best, so get to work!
Randy gets up, firing Bob a mock salute.
RANDY
Yes, sir!
CUT TO:
INT: RECORDING STUDIO, DAY.
Digital editor screen comes up on a computer with waveforms for several channels of audio. Randy settles in with his coffee cup at hand and buries himself in the sights and sounds of his work. He works rapidly and precisely, editing a piece of rock music playing loudly through huge studio monitors. His eyes come alive with the intensity of the work.
CUT TO:
EXT: TREE, DAY.
Several kids are playing in a gigantic circular tree, whose branches reach the ground, completely surrounding an open space in the middle.
Randy and some friends are swinging Tarzan-style from branches around the perimeter of the tree. They are smiling, but not as animated as those above them. Others are climbing up limbs to various levels.
You can hear laughter and happy kid chatter from the upper levels. Randy yells up to a very pretty girl way above him, as those on his level look on. Her hair is strangely highlighted by the sun.
RANDY
Hey! Can I come up there?
GIRL IN TREE
No way, little boy. It's too scary up here for you. You stay down there where it's safe.
CUT TO:
INT: ROCK CLUB, NIGHT.
Randy, and his helper Jim (23) are sitting at a table nursing their beers. They have to raise their voices to hear each other over the band. Randy is rather bored, but Bob is in his element, looking around excitedly.
JIM
Look at this place!  It's a cornucopia!
RANDY
Yeah, if you're 22.
JIM
See those two?
Jim points discretely.
RANDY
Yeah.
JIM
Hang on. I’ll see if they want to come over.
Bob leaves. Randy sips on his drink, enjoying the music but not really present, his mind drifting. He comes back a minute later with two girls: Brenda, about 20, and Denice, in her mid 30s. He seats them at the table.
JIM
Denice, this is my boss Randy.
DENICE
Hi!
Randy stands and pulls out a chair for Denice.
RANDY
Hi, have a seat.
Denice takes a seat next to Randy.
JIM
And this is Brenda.
RANDY
Hi, Brenda, how are you.
He reaches out and shakes her hand.
JIM
Brenda and I are going to dance. Why don't you join us?
Denice looks expectantly at Randy.
RANDY
I don't really dance. But okay!
Randy takes Denice out to the floor and goes through the motions. Fortunately for him, the song ends about 30 seconds later and the band goes on break. Recorded music comes on, not as loud, and the two couples return to the table. As they engage in small talk, Randy watches a couple at a nearby table. They're holding hands. He instinctively reaches for Denice's hand, nearly touching it. He covers up the blunder by raising his arm to look at his watch. He then pushes away from the table and stands.
RANDY
I really hate to dance and run, but I gotta go.
BRENDA
Hey, stick around. We just started havin'’ fun.
JIM
Yeah, it’s not a school night. You can stay up late!
RANDY
I just gotta go grab a bite to eat. You guys stay and have fun.
JIM
He's kind of a loner. Doesn't like crowds.
DENICE
I really ought to be going too.
RANDY
Need a ride?
DENICE
It's only a few blocks away.
RANDY
Sure?
DENICE
Well, okay, thanks.
Randy and Denice stand. Bob and Randy shake hands.
JIM
(with a slight twinkle in his eye)
You guys have a good time.
FADE TO:
INT: CLUB PARKING LOT, NIGHT.
Randy and Denice stop at Randy's old convertible car. He unlocks and opens her door for her.
DENICE
Wow! Nobody ever did that before!
RANDY
Opened your door? Really?
DENICE
Yeah! It’s sweet.
RANDY
Just courtesy, I guess.
Denice gets in. Randy walks over to his side, opens his door.
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INT: RANDY'S CAR
DENICE
Well, I still think it's nice. Are you for real?
RANDY
(patting himself down)
I think so. Real as they get.
They both laugh while he starts the car.
RANDY
Hey, are you hungry? Or do you really gotta go home?
Randy pulls the car out into the street.
DENICE
I've got time. To tell you the truth, I just felt like getting out of that place.
RANDY
Yeah, me too. Plus I haven't eaten all day. It's starting to catch up with me.
He pulls up to the front of a small café. As luck would have it, there’s a parking spot just opening up in front of him.
FADE TO:
INT: CAFÉ, NIGHT.
They have coffee, pancakes, eggs. He's eating fast but politely. Stops to talk.
DENICE
So, do you have a girlfriend?
RANDY
No. Had a wife once. About 8 years ago. But that didn't work out. We were young. Just one of those things. We weren't right for each other. And you?
DENICE
Well, I had a guy. Or he had me… until I found out he had a little extracurricular project on             the side. I moved out a couple of weeks ago. I'm living with my mom til I can find a place.
RANDY
Well it's nice to have someone to fall back on.  So,  how'd you get hooked up with Romeo?
DENICE
We met at a bar. He said I had pretty eyes.
RANDY
How could you not fall for that?
DENICE
Really! I guess I'm pretty stupid, aren't I.
RANDY
No, just trusting.
DENICE
You date?
RANDY
Of course. I've dated a few times,but I haven't met anyone I could get too excited about. I haven't really had what you'd call a relationship. Seems like I'm always working.
DENICE
If you met someone, you'd find the time.
RANDY
That's what Jim keeps saying!
DENICE
So, what do you do?
RANDY
I work at a little recording studio. I record bands and mix down their demos so they can get themselves heard. If they're lucky they get recording contracts. Hard to explain why, but I like the behind-the-scenes stuff. I make them sound good but if I do my job right all the glory goes to them. If I get too gimmicky it overshadows their performance. I'm the invisible band member but I love it!
DENICE
It still sounds very creative to me.
RANDY
Oh yeah? What do you do?
DENICE
I work at a bank. I get paid to not be creative. It's a job, not a career.
RANDY
So what do you do for fun?
DENICE
Oh I read, go to the movies, and I dream. In my dreams, I can fly!

Have you ever heard about the Senoi?
RANDY
Nope.
DENICE
They were a small tribe in Malaysia, who were into dream therapy. It's said that every morning around the breakfast table they'd get together and discuss their dreams. They'd teach their kids from birth to share        their dreams and confront their dream monsters, and defeat them.
RANDY
Really?
DENICE
Yeah. The elders would teach them to fight back, and even to take something from them afterwards. Like a poem, or an invention or piece of art. Something they could use in  their waking lives.
RANDY
The Senoi?
DENICE
Yeah, S-E-N-O-I. I’m kind of into dreams and that kind of thing. As a matter of fact, I'm going to a lecture on dreaming this weekend.
RANDY
Wow! That sounds fascinating!
DENICE
Wanna come? It's Saturday night. I can get you a ticket.
RANDY
I'm there!

Well,  I'd better get you home. Don't want to worry Mom.
DENICE
That darned curfew!
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INT: BOB'S OFFICE, DAY.
Bob’s shuffling papers on his desk. Randy has his feet up on the desk. Bob sits up straight, looks at Randy's feet. Randy senses a serious conversation coming, takes his feet down and sits up straight too.
BOB
I'll tell you, this isn't easy to say. We've been together a long time here. I'm moving on. Going to build my own recording studio.
RANDY
Wow, sounds exciting. Hey, if you need a good engineer..…
BOB
Wish I could afford you. No, it'll be pretty much a one-man operation for the first year or so.
RANDY
Have you told Chuck?
BOB
Oh sure, I've been pretty up front with him. He's too good a guy to keep in the dark. I had to give him time to find a replacement for me first.
RANDY
(looking a little lost)
Well, I wish you luck. I wish ME luck, with whoever Chuck brings in I can't imagine working with           somebody else. How soon are we talking?
BOB
About two weeks. I have mixed feelings about it, but I just have to do it. It's time.
RANDY
(reaching over to shake his hand)
Let me know if there’s anything I can do.
BOB
You too, buddy!
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INT: OFFICE OF CHUCK SMITH, OWNER OF SOUTHSMITH RECORDING STUDIOS, DAY. (Dream)
Randy is entering the well-lit, conservative office as CHUCK greets him warmly.
CHUCK
Randy! Thanks for coming! I'd like to introduce you to our new G.M., BJ Cox. BJ, this is our studio engineer, Randy Coles.
Randy hadn't noticed the man seated near Chuck’s desk until he stood up. With his gray complexion, he blended into the wall color. Randy was astounded at his size: the most enormous man he'd ever seen. His grotesque features completely dominated Randy's field of vision. When BJ opened his mouth, his huge voice literally shook the room.
BJ
(extending a gigantic hand and inadvertently hitting Randy hard in the stomach)
Hi there!
RANDY
(stumbling back, catching his breath, and then screaming)
Noooo! Noooooo! Nooooooo!
CUT TO:
INT: RANDY'S BEDROOM, NIGHT.
Randy wakes up in a cold sweat, moaning. He turned on the light, briefly, looks at the clock. (It's 3:30 AM), then kills the light and rolls over to go back to sleep.
FADE TO:
EXT: CHUCK'S PLACE, SUNNY DAY.
Chuck's rambling estate is on a hill overlooking Puget Sound. He has a huge pool few people are taking advantage of, mostly kids. Chuck's been hard at work at the grill. Bob and Randy are sitting at a round patio table nearby.
CHUCK
Steaks are ready! Come and get 'em!
Randy and Bob join the steak line, about 20 people deep. Employees of SouthSmith and friends of Chuck’s. Chuck has worked his magic on 3-inch sirloins on his gas fired grill. After many compliments on his culinary prowess, Chuck takes off his apron and joins the guests, letting the kitchen help continue the serving duties. Chuck joins Bob and Randy at their table.
CHUCK
Thanks for coming, guys! I appreciate all you've done and wish you the best of luck on that new business, Bob!
BOB
Thanks, Chuck. I'll miss all you guys.
RANDY
This is wonderful! I love your house.
CHUCK
I had a dream of a stairway with no banister—just the wall on one side and stars on the other—building codes wouldn't  permit that, so I had to use clear plexi to get the same effect.

Yeah, it's my dream home, literally. Ever since I was a little boy I dreamed about lying back in my own pool. And the floor plan is patterned after a series of dreams I've had over the years.
RANDY
Really?
CHUCK
Yeah! One day I started getting specific about what I really wanted in a house, writing down a detailed description. Then, to make a long story short, I built it! Even the view is just like I pictured it. Most people don't believe this, but if         you can get a clear picture of what you really want, you're on your way to getting it. Your internal guidance system takes over and leads you to do what you need to do to make it happen. You just have to listen to it and take action.

(beat) Well, gotta move on. You guys enjoy!
Chuck is up and off to another table.
RANDY
He doesn't waste much time, does he?
BOB
Yeah, he's the 20-Second-Manager. That’s the longest personal conversation I've had with him in years, and I didn't even say anything.
RANDY
He's inspiring though. I wish I could make my dreams work for me like that. All they do is make me feel beat up          in the morning.
BOB
Nightmares?
RANDY
Not really. Just crummy dreams that make me feel like crap. It's like I re-live all this negative stuff, and you know how dreams exaggerate everything. I had this dream about my new boss last night.
BOB
(interrupting)
You've got nothing to worry about. You do brilliant work. And you know Chuck. He'll make a good hire. You'll see.
Chuck comes back with his stepdaughter, JENNIFER, in tow.
CHUCK
Hey guys! I want you to meet Jennifer. She's Ann's (Chuck's wife's) daughter.
Randy is visibly moved, dumbfounded for a second. He feels a jolt of energy at the sight of her. Jennifer is a knockout. And he notices her hair is highlighted by the sun. He feels juiced. It's love at first sight. She smiles, extends her hand politely to each in turn.
BOB
Glad to meet you!
RANDY
Yeah, nice to meet you.
Chuck and Jennifer don't sit. They're making the rounds.
RANDY
I'm in love.
BOB
Yeah? Well, I hear she’s engaged. Her dad is a big shot in the automotive business. Makes parts for Ford or          something. I think she's out of your league, even if you did have the balls to ask her out.
FADE TO:
INT: LECTURE HALL, NIGHT.
The rented hall is sparsely decorated with chairs, crowd of about 100 listening with varying degrees of attention.
(Applause, crowd applauses)
FADE TO:

INT: LECTURE HALL, NIGHT.

The rented hall is sparsely decorated with chairs, crowd of about 100 listening with varying degrees of attention.

LECTURER
For those of you who are totally new to the concept of lucid dreaming let me tell you that you are about to embark on an eye opening adventure like you have never experienced before. Most people don’t even believe it’s possible to become aware in your dreams, but there are those of us who are living our dreams every day. And by ‘living our dreams’ I don’t just mean living in our dreams—that is, retreating into this dream world for our own entertainment -— but  achieving our dreams in ‘real life’.

You may be here tonight because you want to experience flying. Or you may want to have the experience of blasting your boss with a shotgun, without the usual repercussions, Or you might just want to vicariously have sex with the neighbor or that girl or guy at work. Well, in lucid dreams you can do that. You could wallow in that dream world, like being on a drug, tune out, and go no further than that. And you will the first few times. But let me challenge you to do more—much, much more, with this powerful tool. Let me  challenge you to use your dreams to tune in — to achieve your full potential — for personal growth and the good of society.

Consider, that the underlying reason you want to destroy your boss, or to exercise your power over other people in dreams, you feel a lack of personal power. What if you could use lucid dreams to gain power over your life in the ‘real’ world, all the time? That’s what I mean by living your dreams.

You may or may not give credence to dream therapy, or dream analysis, but your dreams are actually  communication from your ‘other self’…your subconscious mind. You have two minds, conscious and subconscious. Even when you would think you would be conscious, a   great deal of the time you are actually on ‘auto pilot’ — under the control of your subconscious mind. In fact, some scientists suggest that we are actually conscious as little as 10% of our waking lives, and we’re asleep 1/3 of every single day! You’ll sleep over 20 years in your lifetime!

Are you conscious right now? Really conscious?  Make yourself aware of where are sitting. Become aware of  your being, your state of consciousness, right at this moment. Have a moment of consciousness lucidity. That’s consciousness—being fully conscious. And we can only maintain that state for a moment at a time. After a fleeting few seconds, we revert back to auto pilot. Most of the time our subconscious is at the wheel. That’s the only way we can negotiate this complex world we live in.

Consider the simplest act of driving a car, or walking. Think of all the muscles, and computations, and  constant shifting of our weight, just to maintain forward motion and balance. We walk automatically. Without even thinking about it we give the command. We set in the course… where we want to be and tell our bodies to ‘go there’, and it does. The subconscious mind gets us there all by itself, while we think about something else, or watch the scenery, or talk on our cell phone.

You could not possibly perform the simple act of crossing the street completely under your conscious control. You would not be able to keep your balance—to keep taking   step after step—and to watch for cars, and navigate your course, without your subconscious mind.

This concept of consciousness is the key to lucid dreaming. In order to become conscious in our dream state the first step is to become for conscious in our waking life. When you make a habit of periodically examining your state of consciousness in your waking life, that will carry   over into your dream life too. And when you examine your state of consciousness in your dream, and correctly deduce that you are dreaming, you snap into lucidity. You  breakdown the barrier and pop into the world of the lucid  dream.

How many of you, by show of hands, have experience lucidity in a dream?

(About 1/3 of the hands go up, including Denice’s. Randy looks at her quizzically)

For the two-thirds of you who have never experienced a lucid dream, let me ask you this: Suppose you were sitting here in this lecture hall. Look around you for a moment.  Now suppose you suddenly realize you are not here at all. Suppose you suddenly become aware that you were actually dreaming this! Let me say that another way. Suppose all of the sudden, you realized you were dreaming… right… now.  Would you continue to just sit there and listen to me? Or would you get up, explore the room, go out and walk around? What would you do? The answer is whatever the hell you wanted! Right? You could walk over to that window, throw that chair through the glass, and fly right out the window. You could give that stranger next to you a big wet kiss on the lips! Think about it. That is the essence of the lucid dream experience.

While you mull that over, let me stress that what I have just described is only the tip of the iceberg. We have only scratched the surface of what you can experience in lucid dreams. As I mentioned before, dreams are a window into  your subconscious mind. They are actually  communications between your two minds. Here is the challenge: They speak different languages. Messages from your subconscious mind are couched in mystery. They are coded in symbolism. They must be translated to make any sense.

Let me back up. Why try to access your subconscious at all? Well, for one thing, if you don’t you’re only using half — maybe less than half — of your potential brain power. Your subconscious mind is at least as powerful as your conscious mind; maybe even more powerful. So, your subconscious mind contains the key to all kinds of powers of imagination and creativity. Some even suggest it contains the key to Extra Sensory Perception (ESP),  Clairvoyance, and other senses that some of us seem to possess and others of us don’t. Deep within your subconscious mind might even lie all of those memories we’re supposed to be recording every waking moment of our lives. What if we could tap into those at will!

At the very least, your subconscious mind knows why you do what you do—what is holding you back from doing the things you want to do. Your subconscious mind can release your creative blocks, and help you focus your energies toward defining and achieving your goals—that ‘Making  Your Dreams Come True’ thing! Opening the door to your subconscious is like winning the Intellectual Lottery.


FADE TO:
INT: BAR, NIGHT.
Randy and Denice are drinking beer and talking about the lecture.
DENICE
Yeah… it was amazing! I was at work at the bank. I don't have an office, just a desk, kind of out in the open, where I approve loans, car loans, home improvement loans, etc.      Well, I was sitting at my desk, kind of looking around, and suddenly I had this realization—I'm Dreaming! This is a Dream!! It was so exciting—I felt like I'd been somewhere      I’d never been before, but everything looked familiar…like the same old bank but different somehow. It was so real!

I got up and started flying around the room. There were people walking around the bank, just like there usually are, and I was flying. They hardly noticed me; didn't seem to      think there was anything wrong with me flying. I picked up a wad of 20's lying on a counter and threw them up in the air! As they scattered around the room, Jenny, one of our      tellers, just casually started picking them up, and the other      people in the bank just kind of gave me a funny look and went about their business.

Then I went over to Rick’s desk. I've always thought he was kind of cute, but not in a serious way. He's married, and kind of boring. He was talking to a customer at his desk      and I went over and sat on his desk facing him. He said, kind of jokingly. "Can I help you lady?"”and I just gave him this kiss on the lips. It was exciting! So exciting, I      woke up. I've remembered that dream ever since, just as clearly as if it had really happened.
RANDY
I can't believe that can really happen!
DENISE
It did.
RANDY
Has this ever happened before?
DENISE
Not before or since. I go to the library quite a bit, that's      where I found out about tonight's lecture—from a poster. Anyway, I looked up dreams in the online catalog and ran across this book on Lucid Dreaming, Become Awake in      Your Dreams, or something like that.
RANDY
I've heard about lucid dreams, on a radio show. You know, one of those weird late night shows where they talk about UFO's and stuff, but I always thought it was a bunch of      metaphysical junk. And I started to believe it at the lecture. But when you tell me it happened to you, it makes me believe it can really happen.

When you think about it, even if you think you’re seeing a UFO,—a flying craft from another planet,—or Bigfoot—or a ghost or the Loch Ness Monster, you can't really be sure,      can you. Your mind could just be playing tricks on you. But if you're dreaming—and suddenly you come to the      realization that you’re dreaming, you really are having a lucid dream—by definition!
DENISE
I wouldn't have believed it either, if it hadn't happened to me.
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INT: KITCHY NEW AGE BOOKSTORE, EVENING.
Randy picks up a book called "Lucid Dreams"’and another on "The Senoi Dream People". Then he sees a box that interests him. He picks it up and looks at it. The box says: ‘"The Amazing DreamScape, triggers Lucid Dreams by signaling REM sleep". He looks at the price on the end of the box, winces, then takes it up to the counter. A young female CLERK puts down the book she's reading to help him.
CLERK
Will this be all?
RANDY
Yeah. Hey, does this thing really work?
CLERK
I don't know, we've never sold one.
RANDY
Okay, I'll take it.
FADE TO:
INT: RANDY'S APARTMENT, NIGHT.
Randy comes in quickly, locks the door behind him, turns the phone ringer off, walks right past his computer, right past the flashing answering machine, and into the bedroom. He hops onto the bed and quickly fumbles to open the Dream Machine box, spreading its contents onto the bed and the wrappers on the floor. He gets under the covers with his clothes on, fluffs up the pillows and props himself up to read the instruction manual. Then he places the unit's black box on the nightstand and reaches down to plug it in. He reads part of the instructions out loud:
RANDY
The Dream Machine's red LED's flash, signaling the REM sleep state. Put the blindfold on and press the test’ button. You'll see the red indicator even through closed eyelids. As      you can see the light, say out loud, "I'm dreaming. This is a dream." Repeat this several times while imagining yourself coming to a realization in a dream. It may take a few nights before your sleeping mind develops a connection between      the indicator lights and the dream state.
He puts on the blindfold, pulling it back to reveal his eye while he finds the ‘test’ button on the black box. He repeats over and over as the light flashes:
RANDY 
I'm dreaming. This is a dream. I'm dreaming. This is a dream.
He settles in with the blindfold on and goes to sleep.
FADE TO:
INT: RANDY'S BEDROOM, DAY.
Alarm rings. Randy wakes up with the DM blindfold on. He pulls it off and looks at the clock. It’s 7:56 AM.
RANDY 
Hey, it didn't even work. Shit.
He gets up and groggily heads towards the kitchen.
FADE TO:
INT: SOUNDSCAPE STUDIOS, DAY.
Randy walks into the reception area and who's sitting at Betty's desk but Jennifer! Randy's shocked to see her and it shows. Jennifer sees him and speaks first.
JEN
Randy?
RANDY
Jennifer! What are you doing here?
JEN
Oh, didn't Bob tell you? Betty’s on vacation and Chuck asked me if I'd fill in for her for a couple of weeks.
RANDY
Wow, welcome!
JEN
Thanks!
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INT: BOB’S OFFICE, DAY.
Bob is putting stuff from his desk in a cardboard box. Randy watches.
BOB
I guess I had other things on my mind. You know, leaving and all. You seem kind of interested in her.
RANDY
No. She's just, you know, cute.
BOB
And engaged.
RANDY
I know, you said that before.
BOB
And a little…..
RANDY
What? Out of my league?
BOB
Well…..
RANDY
Thanks a lot!
BOB
I just know you, Rand. And I know you have this low self esteem thing. And I know you'd be too shy to ask her out anyway.
RANDY
I don't have low self esteem. I just don’t like to come on too strong with women, that’s all.
BOB
You don't!
RANDY
You know, I'm gonna miss these man to man conversations.
BOB
Hey, cheer up. This could be a good thing for both of us. It's not the end, just a new chapter. You'll see. Chuck says he's excited about taking the studio to a new level. He's got      some great candidates. Should have a new guy in a few days. In the meantime, you're your own boss!
FADE TO:
INT: RANDY'S BEDROOM, NIGHT.
Randy's wearing the DreamScape blindfold on his forehead as he reads the Senoi book. He puts a slip of paper in the book to mark his place, puts it on the nightstand and pulls the blindfold over his eyes. Then he turns off the light.
FADE TO:
INT: MENS ROOM DOWN THE HALL FROM SOUNDSMITH STUDIOS.
(Dream) Randy is standing at the urinal. He finishes his duty and looks around, amazed. We switch to Randy's POV as he walks over to the sink and looks at himself in the mirror. There is a peculiar red glow at the top of the frame, flashing on and off. Randy looks up at it, gives a puzzled look. Holds a hand up to it.
RANDY
I'm dreaming. This is a dream.
He washes his hands in the sink very slowly and reaches for a paper towel. Dries his hands, looking at himself once again in the mirror. The red glow reappears.
RANDY
I'm dreaming. This is a dream. I'm dreaming! This is a dream!
He walks out of the bathroom, down the hall. People walk by as he looks on incredulously. They don't seem to notice him. There is an odd kind of strobing effect as he moves his head from side to side. He walks into the SoundSmith lobby, toward Jennifer, who is seated at the front desk. She smiles at him. He walks around behind her, approaches, and starts rubbing her back. She looks ahead and speaks, purring:
JEN
Mmm that feels good.
RANDY
Yeah.
Jennifer rolls her head back and forth in response to his touching. He bends down and kisses her. She kisses back. Suddenly he snaps out of the dream!
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INT: RANDY'S BEDROOM, NIGHT.
Randy removes the blindfold and switches on the light.
RANDY
Oh my God. It works! It really works! A lucid dream! Man!
FADE TO:
CHUCK'S OFFICE, DAY.
Randy enters the well appointed and airy room where Chuck is sitting behind his desk. Another man is sitting in front of the desk. They both rise as Randy enters. Randy is dressed a little better than usual.
CHUCK
Randy, thanks for coming. I'd like you to meet ALLEN GREEN. Al's our new      General Manager.
Randy shakes hands with Allen. Allen is a bit younger than Randy, about 30, but looks even younger. He's well groomed and is wearing a business suit. Randy is relieved. He looks nothing like the boss from Hell in the dream.
ALLEN
Nice to meet you, Randy. Chuck tells me you're quite the engineer!
RANDY
Well, yeah, I do my best.
CHUCK
Randy's a perfectionist. I think you two will work very well together, and will help us take this studio to the next level. Allen's from San Diego and he’s got some great ideas about how to make things happen. Why don’t the two of you go to lunch on me and get to know each other.
FADE TO:
INT: CAR, FREEWAY, DAY.
(Dream) Randy's driving, we see the red glow, flashing, but Randy doesn't realize he's dreaming. Other red lights—taillights of the traffic ahead…mask the Dream Machine indicator light.
He reaches up, unlatches the convertible top, first one side then the other. As he unlatches the second side the wind catches the top and tears it off the car. He accelerates, bumps into the car ahead of him, swerves to one side hitting the car next to him. He leaves the road, driving down the embankment through a thick jungle that magically parts to let the car pass. He's driving through a small Malaysian village, past bamboo huts suspended from the ground on long poles. And right into the open end of a large longhouse. He leaves the car behind and winds up seated around a rustic breakfast table where an ELDERLY MAN speaks to him.
ELDER
So Randy, what did you dream last night?
RANDY
I don't know. I don't remember.
Everyone around the table looks at him like he's said the wrong thing.
ELDER
But you must remember. We always remember our dreams, to share with the group. How else can you gain control over your dreams if you don't share them? From now on you will remember. You will confront your dream demons and conquer them. You will take from each conquered demon a      gift of value. You will seek pleasure and become the master of your dream world. Now go, and do not come back      empty-handed.
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INT: RESTAURANT, DAY.
Randy, looking a bit uncomfortable, is not really used to business lunches.
RANDY
I'd known Bob since high school. He knew I was looking for a gig and gave me a shot. That was eight years ago.
ALLEN
So this was your first studio job?
RANDY
Well, yeah, other than college and some freelance stuff. It was my first fulltime position.
ALLEN
Well, SouthSmith has a lot of potential. We should be a lot      busier. What hours are you working?
RANDY
I get in about 9:00 and work until 6:00 or so, sometimes later if I have a big project.
ALLEN
With an hour for lunch?
RANDY
Usually. Sometimes I skip lunch.
ALLEN
Do you have an updated resume?
RANDY
A resume?
ALLEN
Yes, it's just a formality. I’d just like to see where you are, what your experience is, things like that. It's just part of evaluating the whole situation.
CUT TO:
INT: SOUTHSMITH STUDIOS HALLWAY, DAY.
(Red DM lights are seen but Randy doesn't notice them)
(Dream) Randy approaches Allen Green's office. The door is open. Allen is inside at his desk looking like a teacher grading papers.
ALLEN
Hi Randy. Come on in. Where's your timecard.
RANDY
I turned it in last week.
ALLEN
Oh yeah, here it is. Nice try.
He marks on it and hands it across the desk to Randy, who is now seated. Randy looks at it. Allen has written a B+”on it. One of the in”times was changed, 9:00”was crossed out and 9:08”was written on. Randy folds it neatly and puts it in his pocket.
ALLEN
Dismissed.
Randy gets up and walks right into the now closed door. He reaches down but there’s no knob.
CUT TO:
INT: SPORTS BAR, NIGHT.
Denise and Randy are sitting in a relatively quiet corner, drinking beer.
RANDY
Then he asked for my 5 year goals. He wants me to fill out a timecard—and a daily log of what I do! What's with that?
DENISE
I don't know, but it doesn't sound good.
RANDY
It's driving me nuts. I don't know what to think. And the dreams are getting worse—all but that one about Jennifer.
DENISE
Have you tried confronting your dreams, like the Senoi?
RANDY
I can't. And the Dream Machine's not working. The lights are going on but I'm not recognizing them.
DENISE
I think it just takes time. Oh, I have some news. Remember Gordon, the guy at work I had the dream about? I didn't know, but he’s been divorced for almost a year. He said he's finally gotten up the nerve to ask me out. We’re going to dinner Saturday.
RANDY
Does he know about the dream?
DENISE
No! Maybe some day I'll tell him—if all goes well.
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INT: SOUNDSMITH STUDIOS, DAY.
Randy is in his studio. He has just wrapped up a session and looks at the clock on the computer: 5:10 PM. He shuts down computer, writes his time on the timecard and leaves the studio.
When he walks down the hall past Allen's office he notices a closed door. He pauses briefly, then hears Jen's voice.
(JEN (YELLING AT SOMEONE IN THE RECEPTION AREA)
I'm out of here! See ya tomorrow.
Randy hurries to follow her, without her seeing him. She takes the elevator, he takes the stairs. He exits at street level just behind her, lags behind and follows at a distance. She enters a building a few blocks away called the Hallmark Towers. It’s a security building that needs a keycard to enter. A guard sits in the lobby, reading the paper. Randy turns and leaves.
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INT: RANDY'S BEDROOM, NIGHT.
Randy is sitting on the bed, reading a book with DM blindfold on his forehead. He marks his place, closes the book, turns out the light and repeats the lucid phrase before going to sleep.
FADE TO:
INT: RANDY'S STUDIO, DAY.
(Dream) We see Randy's computer monitor with waveforms as Randy is working on a session. Along with the brightly colored screen graphics we see a red light at the top. So does Randy. He turns his head away from the monitor and the red light stays in his field of vision.
RANDY
I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming!
He gets up slowly, looking around the room. He tries hard and contains his excitement as he explores his dream surroundings. They look almost real except he notices he cannot read any of the printed signs or papers lying around. It's like they're in Chinese.
Randy leaves the room, heads up the hall towards Allen's office. The door is closed. He approaches and can hear voices, laughter, on the other side. He takes a deep breath and opens the door. Allen is behind his desk. He looks up, startled. The fat man from The Boss from Hell Dream (BJ) is seated on the other side of the desk from Allen. He starts to get up.
RANDY (BOLDLY, TO FAT MAN)
Oh no you don't! Just stay right there. This is my dream and I'm taking over! He reaches down and pulls the chair      out from under him and the fat man falls to the floor in a heap. Then he seems to dissolve into a pool of fat.
Randy then approaches Allen, who looks quite meek. He tips Allen's desk up, pushing him and the desk thru the window behind him. Randy watches Allen and the desk tumbles 5 floors to the traffic below.
RANDY
This is great! I did it! I'm king of the world!
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INT: RANDY'S BEDROOM, DAY.
The alarm clock is beeping, but the clock says 8:34 instead of the usual 8:04. RANDY jerks off DM blindfold, looks at the clock.
RANDY
Oh god! I'm late!
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INT: SOUNDSMITH STUDIOS LOBBY, DAY.
Randy walks quickly in the door. His hair is still wet. It's 9:20.
JENNIFER
Allen’s been looking for you. What happened?
RANDY
Nothing. Just overslept.
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INT: ALLEN’S OFFICE, DAY.
Things look quite different than in the dream. Much more real. Randy is sitting in his usual spot, opposite the desk, Allen.
ALLEN
We need people who are excited to be here, who look forward to coming to work every day—self motivators. I      don't see that in you, Randy. It's like you don't care. You've been late twice this month.
Allen folds his hands in front of him, sits silently, waiting for Randy's response.
RANDY
I do care. I just sometimes have a hard time waking up.
ALLEN
Handing Randy a legal looking sheet of paper

Well, I'd like you to read and sign this, to show that you've read and understand it.
Randy reads the sheet, silently, then speaks quietly.
RANDY
Probation? I'm on probation?
ALLEN
Yes, we'll evaluate your work at the end of the 10 days and consider at the time whether you're right for this position.
Randy slumps in the chair, completely deflated.
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INT: BOB'S NEW STUDIO, DAY.
Randy and Bob sit in Bob's rather sparse office with a decent view of the waterfront. In the same room is a digital editor and speakers where Bob can do both the job of managing and editing for the small operation.
RANDY
And Denice won't even have lunch with me because she's seeing this new Rick every minute of the day.
BOB
Use 'em or lose 'em. Have you talked to Chuck?
RANDY
Heck no, you know Chuck, the 20 Second Manager. He doesn't have time for me. He has to back Allen. Besides, I'm not so sure he's not right. My attitude does suck now!
BOB
Allen? Let me tell you something. He's just a college kid, fresh out of Management 101. He doesn't have a tenth of the talent you have. And you're probably right about      Chuck. I've seen these Allens” before. They’re like mirrors. The shiny side faces the upper management, reflecting this fresh young face that tells them what they      want to here. They dazzle them with projections and numbers and the owner's too proud to admit he doesn't      understand 'em all. It all just contributes to making them sound like Wonder Boy, this mysterious genius who is going to work his magic. And all he is really doing is screwing the poor slobs who work for him. But on the other side, the side you see, only blackness. Chuck's putting the      pressure on him to perform and he's taking it out on you. Not to say you're not in trouble. You're going to have to decide to play his way or find something else. God I wish I      could put you on here! Maybe in a year, if you can hang in there.
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EXT: SUBURBAN DRIVEWAY, DAY.(Dream)
Randy's sitting in a red Radio Flyer wagon. He is moving back and forth, making the wagon go forward. He starts waving his arms, out at his sides, then bringing them forward. He starts moving quite fast. He exits the driveway, into the path of an oncoming car.
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INT: RANDY'S BEDROOM, DAY.
Clock says 9:03. Randy picks up the phone, dials. We see an unfamiliar person and the other end of the line. He is seedy looking.
RANDY
Hello, Allen.
GUY
Yeah, this is Allen.
RANDY
Uh, I'm running a little late. Overslept. I'm really sorry.
GUY
Oh, that's okay. Take your time. There's not much going on today.
RANDY (LOOKING CONFUSED)
Really, okay. I'll be right there.
Guy is seen snickering as he hangs up the phone. He's in prison. One of his fellow inmates speaks.
INMATE
Who was that?
GUY
Don't know. Some poor slob got the wrong number. Hope he has a nice day.
CUT TO:
INT: ALLEN’S OFFICE, DAY.
RANDY
But you said on the phone—
ALLEN (calm, hands folded, looking coldly at Randy) I don't know who you called, but it wasn’t me. Anyway we've decided to make some adjustments.
(handing him a piece of paper)
Read this and sign it.
RANDY (READING)
Reasons for termination? I'm fired?
(looks up at Allen)
Allen doesn't speak, just sits looking calmly at Randy, hands folded. Randy looks back at the paper, picks up the pen from Allen's desk and signs, holding back tears.
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EXT: CITY PARK, SUNNY DAY.
BOB
It just so happens I can use some help. I can't pay much, but if you’re willing to stick it out for a few months I can pay you under the table.
RANDY
That'd be great. I really miss working. I miss my old job. I      miss Denice.
CUT TO
EXT: SUBURBAN DRIVEWAY, DAY. (Dream) Red Wagon Dream 2—
Same as before, but now he has a weight (dumbbell) in each hand. As he starts rolling he notices the red lights, becomes lucid. He's going fast, sees the car approaching, decides to ram it. A big shield materializes on the front of the wagon. The car rolls, Randy is unharmed, he gets out of the wagon, goes to help the man in the car. After pulling him from the wreck and dragging him some distance the car explodes.
MAN (ANGRY, SCOLDING)
That always happens. Never drag a person out of a wrecked car.
RANDY
What do you have for me?
MAN
You have it already. The idea. Here. He touches Randy's forehead. And he has another dream.
INVENTION “WAGON DREAM”
FADE IN:  SERIES OF SHOTS
Randy's boyhood home. He’s 7 years old, sitting in a red Radio Flyer wagon. He starts shifting his weight to make himself go. He leans forward, then pulls back quickly and the wagon inches forward. Randy in the same Radio Flyer wagon. This time he's holding a small dumbbell in each hand. He is holding his arms out to the side, flinging the weights forward to propel the wagon. Animation showing a weight being pushed forward quickly, stopping suddenly, then coming back slowly. Then multiple weights, a dozen, performing the same motion at slightly different times. Scientist's voice with a German accent narrates the video.
SCIENTIST VOICE
Now of course, ve get a jerky motion. Ve need multiple veights movink out of sync to produce a fluid motion.
SERIES OF SHOTS
Child's toy. A round plastic ball with rubber bumps on it, a bumble ball, hops around crazily on the floor. A black box is seen to hop around on the floor the same way. A black box inches jerkily across the floor. A black box slides smoothly across the floor.
FADE TO:
INT: RANDY'S BEDROOM
Randy sits up quickly in bed, turns the light on, and writes frantically in a spiral notebook, drawing crude illustrations of what he’s seen in the dream.
THE INVENTION”
FADE IN:
INT: PROFESSOR FRANCIS DUKE’S OFFICE
(Randy has his notebook, obviously having a very animated discussion with the physicist.)
PROFESSOR DUKE
No, it’s not that simple. It just doesn't work like that. I       appreciate your enthusiasm Randy, but this has all been thought of before. It just won't work.
RANDY
Why can't it?
PROFESSOR DUKE
Well, it violates the laws of physics, for one thing. You'd      have no net gain, unless…
(He holds up his hand as if to signal a time out. He seems lost in his thoughts.)
RANDY
What?
PROFESSOR DUKE
I have a colleague who has been observing the influence of      gravity on certain fluids within strong magnetic fields. You may have just stumbled onto something neither of us had thought of. Let me give him a call.
(He picks up a phone on his desk.)
We might just have something here.
INVENTION 3”
FADE IN:
INT: RECORDING STUDIO
Randy's on the phone.
DR DUKE
(ON THE PHONE)
Randy. I need to talk to you. Can you come see me right away.
RANDY
Sure, Doc. I have a lunch break coming up. I can be there at      noon.
DR DUKE
Did you tell anyone about our meeting?
RANDY
No, why?
DR DUKE
Just, keep it under your hat ‘til we can talk, okay?
RANDY
Okay.
DR DUKE
It's important. See you at noon.
FADE
INT: DR'S OFFICE
There's another scientist there, very intense, with a large notebook.
DR DUKE
Randy, this is Andrew Leeks. Andrew, Randy Coles.
LEEKS
Randy. I am so happy to meet you.
RANDY
Me too. What’s this all about?
Leeks glances at Dr, then at the door, then back to Dr. Dr closes the door.
LEEKS
As Francis—Dr Duke may have told you, I’m a researcher, and you have just helped me to see a practical application for something I've been studying for 19 years. I don't know      why I didn't see this before, but we may have come across a revolutionary propulsion system that could change the shape of all transportation as we know it. Listen. I can show you better in my lab. Francis tells me I can trust you to keep this strictly between the three of us. Until I publish my findings we need to be very discreet. This is a very      competitive area.
RANDY
Sure. I don't know what I'd tell anybody. You haven't told me anything, but where's the bible? I'll swear.
LEEKS
Good boy! Then let's go to my lab.
RANDY
Let's go!
FADE
INT: ANDREW LEEKS LAB
There's a loud droning noise so the three have to speak up.
LEEKS
The generator makes a lot of noise, but at least I'm sure the room's not bugged. Plays havoc with anything electrical. I've set up a crude demonstration. I really didn't think we'd get this kind of movement. But Francis insisted we give this a try.  It's unbelievable and I'm just working on an explanation for why it works, but I think you will see that it does.
A mechanical contraption about a foot square sits at one end of a long narrow table. Wires lead from the top of the device up to a box in the ceiling. The device has small wheels on it.
LEEKS
Now, as you can see, the wheels are free wheeling. They are not drive wheels.
He picks up a wired remote control.
LEEKS 
Now, take this remote and push the joystick forward, very slowly.
As Randy pushes the stick a light goes on on the device and it glides effortlessly along a track on the table.
RANDY
Pretty slick!
LEEKS
It’s more than slick, Randy my boy. What you are looking at is the propulsion device of the future. Here, let me take the controls. Put your hand right here. I'll move the device forward and I want you to try to hold it back.
Randy does as told as the Dr pushes the stick causing the device to glide forward. Despite Randy's best efforts it moves against his hand.
RANDY
Boy! That’s strong!
LEEKS
Yes! It's amazingly powerful for its size. And it is very directional. It could just as easily be propelling a boat in water or an airplane, or a space ship. And we are only feeding it a little over 90 watts of power. This is truly a revolutionary discovery.
RANDY
Meaning, valuable?
DR DUKE
Whoooah! Hold on there, Randy. Howard has to publish his findings before any of this can become public.
LEEKS
Yes, but let me assure you, you will be named as co-discoverer in the official documents. You'll share the      patent. It's part yours!
RANDY
Wow! But I didn't I mean ..…
LEEKS
Look, it might have been just dumb luck, or you might be a genius, but no matter. Your ideas proved to be the key to turning theory into usable technology. You have performed an invaluable service, and for that I am deeply indebted.
He shakes Randy’s hand.
FADE TO:
INT: LOBBY OF RANDY'S APARTMENT BUILDING, DAY.
Randy opens his mailbox. There is an official looking brown envelope. He opens it. It's a check. A big check! From HOWARD LEEKS.  Randy is ecstatic! Skips and jumps down the hall, yelling with joy.
CUT TO
INT: CONDO, DAY.
Randy walks down the hall, past apartment 401, stops and runs his hand on the door lovingly, then goes to 405, inserts his key, enters, leaving the door open. The place is spacious with a great view of the downtown waterfront, but lots of boxes are stacked around. His old furniture looks a bit out of place, in its small new home. He flops on the couch surveying his domain. He hears a sound in the hall, jumps up, runs to the doorway, looks out. It's Jen just arriving at her door. He walks quickly towards her, pretending to be deep in thought. She sees him, recognizes him.
JEN (PUZZLED)
Randy?
RANDY
Jennifer! Hi.
JEN
How are you? Why are…here?
RANDY
You live here?
JEN
Yeah.
RANDY
So do I. I just moved in today.
JEN
405? That’s you?
RANDY
Yeah—imagine that.
INT: JEN'S APARTMENT, DAY.
RANDY
It's a propulsion designed for cars, boats, just about anything. Anyway, we just sent the patent to a place in      Detroit, Motive---, and I'm getting my share of the royalties.
JEN
It's like a transmission?
RANDY
Not really.  More like gravity or inertia propulsion instead of gears and stuff.
JEN
My Dad owns a place that supplies transmissions for Ford!  Eh uh .. you should meet him.
RANDY
I'd love to, but I don't really get into the technical or manufacturing end of things. I just own part of the patent. It was my idea.
JEN
Wow. And I thought you were just a computer geek.
RANDY
Well, geeking's my specialty.
JEN
You're so modest. You just had a dream and revolutionized the transportation industry overnight?
RANDY
Yeah, I guess so.
JEN
You ought to meet my Dad.

RANDY
(Starting to get worried)
He could be a competitor. Don't say anything to him.
JEN
Oh, I didn't think about that.
RANDY
Promise me. You'd better not tell him about me. Do you promise?
JEN
Wow, not tell him about you. Uh, okay I promise.
RANDY
Yeah, he could really come unglued.  Besides, your gonna get married to ...
JEN
Gordon ..  OK.  I won't tell, but on the“married”thing, we're putting it off.
RANDY
I thought it was this summer, you've got the place and everything.
JEN
That was my Dad. He got the place, from a friend of his. I finally got him to slow down. He's got to give Gordon a secure place in the company.  If he had it his way I'd already be married. I'm not sure I wanna get married.
RANDY
Aren't you living with Gordon?
JEN
I was, until last week.  Gordon moved out.  He left everything, in case Dad came by, and because he really wants me to come around. I think he he is looking forward to getting that big promotion.  I know it sounds like hell, but I've  heard things.
INT: RANDY'S APARTMENT, DAY.
Telephone rings, Randy answers.
RANDY
Hello, oh it's Dr. Duke, how's it going? What?  He's dead?  Why how did it happen? It's on?  What channel? Randy turns it on.
TV is on.  Randy watches, news program.
                      
                        REPORTER
LEEKS was found in his lab, burned down. Nothing left.
INT: RANDY'S APARTMENT, DAY
Randy ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''


KILLED LEEKS -- INVENTION’S LOST
DATES JENN—MEETS JENN’S DAD/FIANCE
DREAMS JENN’S SEEING SOMEONE
JENN’S DAD MEETW TITH FIANCE WHO SAYS HE HAS “INSIDE INFO” ON RANDY---REPEATS WHAT RANDY HAS BEEN TELLING JENN
JENN’S WEDDING
JENN’S DAD GOES BANKRUPT—SHE HAS NO FORTUNE
You know, they don't knownything about
I don't know anybody but I seems m to remember a guy by the name of Keeiks or Leeks who works at the University. Of Washington. I'll give him A call. I hAve an invention or an idea for an invention. I couldn't seem to get it out of my mind. I found myself sitting in a red radio flyer wagon, moving back and forth. When I moved forward I would go forward. Why, was it. And when I'd move back I'd go backwards. Why wasn't that an invention. Would it work.
It doesn't work that way. It violates the laws of physics. But wait ..... let me run that by a guy I know. Give me your phone number and I'll give you a call.
But I thought no one’s gonna tell.  I know I didn’t.
Well nearest I can tell, someone at the patent office, or online, is the mole.  They watch for any patent that are interfer then they contact them.  They are Hey I heard you lost your job. I wanted you to know how much I appreciated your help. And I still want you to know you're 50 percent of t he patents of this thing. Enclosed find a check for $20,000.
TV audio: Processor
Hello I'm sitting down. What is it? He's dead? But how? Oh my god.
Intro: locks insert carefully, so 's not to disturb. Enter Dr is hard at work, put piano wire over his head and pull. Dr drops to the floor. Pull out bottle and squirt on the table top, onto the black box, on the controls and get a candle, with a sparker buried in it, put on the table and light it. Leave quietly but quickly. The lab's destroyed, and all the work on the new invention.    
Here's something, Dr had already put in the patent. And guess what name he used ... his and yours. You're the second patent holder! You, and only you, can build and sell it.

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