trade a super power for a life!

i had this insane dream which i need to get down before it has completely gone. it is horrible and sad, but i want to explore it. it seems it would make a great short story or novel.

i was at a coffee shop? with someone. a friend. i cant remember who, but someone i trusted. and she said, hey, check out this website! it's freaking cool. you put in your info and it gives you some kind of cool wish. but you don't get to choose it, it just picks it at random, but it is like a special power. (i know, how do these things make sense in dream life and are so ridiculous in real life?) so i put in my info and it said, 'congratulations! you have superhuman strength! you can now lift any amount of weight, etc.' and i was thinking, whaa? seriously? this could be cool!!

Then the next screen pops up and it is a picture I know well of Paris in between two friends. except paris is gone from the picture. like photoshopped out. and the screen said: this family member is dead...

I didn't find that funny. I turned to the friend and said what the fuck is that about? and she said, well, yeah! it takes a person from your family. they don't just give you special powers for nothing! but i didn't know it was going to be PARIS! it just picks a family member at random! like it picks your powers. it could have been your 90 year old great aunt that you don't even know.

I obviously started to freak out and went to try to find paris. which i could not. this was weird but kind of hopeful because if she was really dead than there should have been her body somewhere. so i went on a search to find her. what I found out was conspiracy theory, alien take over, body snatchers, matrix type shit to the 1000th degree.

After crazy searching and going all over and talking to everyone and forcing some people to talk I began to get some answers. There were these crazy talking pets that were almost animated like. and they talk. but again, somehow this was normal and accepted. i mean, they were new and cool and definitely something special, but accepted it.

finally one of these pets, which was like a cat, and I think was either mine or a good friend's. It was round and curvy and like silvery metallic purple color. and smooth. like silicon or something.  It was this pet who finally broke down and told me what was going on.

A company was doing this to steal people's souls basically. or their energy. for using the raw power and also for making the talking pets.  so the talking pets were actually people who had been stolen and put into the body of animated pet thing. and somehow they made them not tell anyone. or maybe they didn't know except this one. not sure. and so they were selling these pets for a shitload of money. as well as using the energy of many of the others, in matrix like cells powering huge plants.

and this became an epidemic. people's pictures of their families had alien silver like ghost figures where their family had been before.  they looked like the scream painting by Edvard Munch. and some people had pictures with 3 and 4 family members missing.

the catch i finally figured out was there WAS a way to get your family member back.  by getting someone else, probably new person, to sign up and give up one of their's. and that is what this friend had done to me. she was trying to get her mother or sister back. and for some weird reason she was like nichole kidman in my dream. may have been her.

crazy@@@!!!!!!!! i cant remember much else right now and I am just procrastinating anyway.  I need to finally finish up my screenplay work. !! ended up with 13 pages instead of 10. which is good, i suppose, so I can hack away down to ten better pages.

here we go!

ok. so i have decided that this is going to be my more informal blog. kinda like a notebook. sometimes i may write daily thoughts and rants.
And sometimes i may write a short story or poem or whatever. and i am also going to write down brainstorms, random thoughts and the writer's gym, exercises that i will be doing as i read my new book on screenplay writing called, write screenplays that sell, the Ackerman way, by Hal Ackerman.
it is the main text for my screenplay writing class. my teacher Barak Goldman(no, not Barack) had hal ackerman as a teacher when he was getting his masters in screenplay writing at UCLA, which by the way, has some pretty prestigious alum, including francis ford coppella.
Francis has a fairly new movie out on dvd, tetro, which looks pretty bad ass. we shall see in the next few days.

and in that vein, i will call this a first blog and peace out!