December 14, 2010
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The Dream Team
Several brain cells were gathered around a long table to discuss ideas.
“Alright, cell people, I hope everyone enjoyed their morning break, but we’re five hours to deadline here,” the gruff boss began. “What do you got? I want to be impressed. Hit me.”
“Ok how about this,” starts an enthusiastic cell halfway down the table. “He’s in a plane, but he falls out, and he lands in a giant bowl of jello. Then he starts a company selling jello.”All the cells’ heads quickly turned to nervously await their boss’s reaction.
“No, it’s crap. Besides, how does that fit in with his life? He hasn’t seen any jello recently, and I don’t even know what such a dream would mean.”
“Well,” the brain cell began abashedly, “The jello is because it’s winter, and he’s missing desserts again.” The cell gulped fantastically.“Go on,” the boss said, his hands folded in front of him.
“And the factory is because he’s nervous about what job he’s going to have, and everyone keeps asking him what he’s going to do when he graduates.”
The boss leaned back in his enormous swivel chair and pondered. After a few moments of incredible tension his verdict arrived: “It’s crap. What else we got?”
“Me!”
“Yes, you Josiah.”
“Ok, so he’s walking along the sidewalk, and he runs into someone he hasn’t seen in a long time. I have his file here on an old friend named Mark Stron-”“Crap crap crap. Too plausible. Who’s next? You, Sylvester!”
“Don’t worry boss, I got us covered. So he sets up a snowball fight on the statehouse lawn between opposing political parties, but then people start dying because the snowballs are poisonous. He then wanders the city looking for a mattress to buy because he knows his survival depends on it. While looking, though, he gets caught up in an underground ring of people who practice crying in front of one another.”
A silence hung in the air as the boss looked at the mobile of ideas.“Oh,” Sylvester began again, “And his friend Jeremy is there. But he thinks Jeremy is really crying, and not faking it. But he never finds out for sure.”
“I like it!” the boss beamed. “People, start working on it! We need to have tryouts for people in the snowball fight, Frankie that’s you, go! Cheryl, costume design, get out of here! The rest of you, talk with one another, I want this storyboard to make absolutely no sense by the time we’re done with it.”“How long do we have, boss?” someone asked amidst the boardroom of scurrying brain cells, causing a momentary pause.
“Look people, Philip’s sleep schedule is havoc, we all know that. However, our best intelligence has reported to us that he’s going to get wired after watching a movie at around 10. We put the most plausible bedtime at 3 AM. That gives us nine hours, but look, I want this thing done by midnight if we can, got it! Let’s go people! Move, move, move!”
The Committee to Plan Dreams had officially dispersed.
Comments (5)
So I definitely heard the gruff boss cell’s voice as J.J. Jameson from Spiderman.
And one of my son’s names is Josiah. Heh. I know how much you like coincidences. I suppose this means my son will one day be involved in independent films (those are the ones that never make any real sense to me).
~V
Haha, that’s awesome, and probably true.
Last night I had a dream that all these random people had been poisoned with something that made them slowly turn invisible, but only when they had an adrenaline rush. And then in my dream I “woke up” and thought that the dream I just had would make a great book. I was going to write it, but thought that my sister, who is actually a good writer, would think it was lame.
VOICES IN MA HEAD!
The less sense they make the better- i just had a completely nonsense dream the other night and i remember it because i can’t for the life of me put a meaning to it. Great post, i really like this idea.
Hehehehehehe!