Well, I don’t really want it to be a freezing capsule, but its the best I got. Our protagonist falls into a freezing capsule that is supposed to unfreeze years and years later (yeah, I know, futurama; that’s why I don’t want a freezing capsule, shoot me any ideas for similar plot devices), but he really isn’t unfrozen years later, but about a minute later. The point of it all is that in theory, when you fall into one of those capsules and you freeze for years and years you feel like the go by in a split second, because its like a dream. I could argue that because it is a dream, he could be stuck in that dream for an undetermined, seemingly infinite amount of dream time, given that it is, in fact, a dream, a parallel world to the actual realworld.
Anyway, the film would be back and forth between his actual life before falling into the capsule, awkward ambiguous dream stuff, and some dream sequences with certain meaning. Now I’ve been having several ideas for dream sequences, some of which of course I’ve forgotten because I’ve failed to write them down. Here is one I’m thinking of now:
Our protagonist sits in an office kitchen, he has a nametag with his own name, a funny looking man comes in, it would go something like this.
Funny Looking Man
Now listen here Timmy,
(pointing at nametag)
But, my name is-
Funny Looking Man
I got all them desks out there. You can sit at any computer you’d like, except for the plain gray one.
Our protagonists shrugs and steps out into the office, that has all sorts of multicolored lights and pimped out cubicles, with funny colored computers, monitors with bunny ears and horns and furry skin. To a corner of the office there is a plain gray computer, no lights, just a regular 1990’s type computer. Our protagonists walks to it, and sits.
I have more ideas for dreams, but I don’t really feel like typing much anymore. Back to watching Annie Hall I guess.
I think I kind of understand artists who are whores and sleep around a lot. Heartbreak is an incredible source of inspiration. I mean, while it has inspired shitty pop music through the past two centuries, it has also served for many great novels, paitings, and other pieces of art. Of course, to be heartbroken, one must fall in love… After you fall in love, you somehow screw it up and voilá, a waterfall of inspiration breaks free in your creative mind… Beautiful characters can be dragged out of one’s misery, sweet suicide. Maybe artists tend to self destruction, who knows? Maybe they even do it unconsciously, for the love of art…