Sueños Lúcidos..
La Mujer
She is woken up by the buzzing of her phone, sits up on the bed with her eyes closed, smile on her face trying to remember her dreams from last night, something she does everyday as a ritual. She loves to recollect and replay her dreams as soon as she wakes up. She has been fascinated by the concept of dreams since her childhood, as a kid she used to narrate her dreams to her mother everyday. Her curiosity to know and understand how and why dreams exist motivated her to come up with her own way of documenting and analyzing her dreams resulting in this unconventional morning routine. After a couple of seconds, her cheerful smile turns into an disappointing frown. Her routine has been whacky for a while now, just as her life got intriguing, her dreams got piddling. It all started when she stumbled upon El Hombre’s writing, ever since she was introduced to his work, all of her thoughts revolved around him, his stories, his opinions, his perspectives, his philosophies, his characters and the relationships between them.
After yet another disappointing morning routine, she lazily stretches herself to find her phone by the bed, with a quick glance through the notifications, her disappointment turns to a surprise filled freak out. She runs out of her bedroom looking for her keys and handbag while her dumb dog follows her into every room wagging his tail. As she steps out of the front door with everything she needs, she takes a quick look at herself in the mirror behind the door only to be disappointed at her overnight overalls and the medusa hairdo. She looks at her phone to realize how late she was, squats down for a quick second to rub Qwerty’s ears and head to bid goodbye to her good boy before closing the door behind her.
She’s laughing and giggling with her friends in the bubble pool swinging and dancing to some tunes in their backyard, but her eyes are glued at the sight of her man and their daughter jumping on the trampoline at the other end of the lawn, she can’t take her eyes off him, in that light pear green shirt she gifted him last summer. She could just hug him, cuddle up and never leave his side in that shirt, constantly tapping her index finger and thumb, a means to control her raunchy and irresistible feelings till after the party. She is brought back to the reality with her toddler son’s screams, “Dadda no play ring jump with me Momma..”, she couldn’t stop smiling looking at that cute little jealousy filled baby face, in a consoling tone she brings him into the bubble pool saying, “Come dance with Momma, play bubbles.”. Within seconds, those tears and whines changed to smiles and giggles.
Walking into the kitchen, she’s surprised to see a post-it on the refrigerator,
“GBD! Be ready by 5. xoxo”. Even after so many years of growing up together, hoping for today to be the day cracks her up, laughs at their stupidity. She’s as excited as she was twenty years back when they first started this tradition. Every year when the Opera season starts in the nearby city, the both of them dress up in their snobby attire with their pretend faces and classy nods, spend hefty amount on the tickets, arrange for a sitter for their dogs and kids, drive quite a distance, to witness breakage of a wine glass. They secretly place the wine glass in creative spots every year with the hope that they could see it break. She can’t even remember how or when it all started, but she loves the enthusiasm and effort they put to cherish this tradition of theirs.
She is woken up by the buzzing of her phone, sits up on the bed with her eyes closed, smile on her face trying to remember her dreams from last night, something she does everyday as a ritual. As she replays the fragmented pieces of her dream, her face displays a wide ear to ear smile, it quickly fades away as she realizes that it was all just a dream.
El Hombre
He opens his eyes to see blue, an ocean of blue with white specks of clouds and birds flying high up, he wakes up from a serendipitous nap to find all of them furry puppies hugging and sleeping around him on one side, while his wife and kids on the other on a pleasant summer evening on their favorite picnic blanket. He looks straight into the vast beast of a sky holding his family firmly with both his hands smiling away as she leans into his arm kissing his cheeks.
He knows how excited and captivated she could get while hosting one of her backyard parties. She loves playing the host, planning and organizing the party, barking puppies running around, screaming kids chasing them, John Denver’s songs playing in the background, earthy smell from the untimely sprinklers, fresh smell of bacon on the grill, backyard filled with her close friends and family. But today he could only see anxiety on her face. He tried to check on her multiple times to see how she’s doing but all his attempts were futile, as they were already behind the schedule prepping for the party. She tried her best to cover her uneasiness with a fake smile, it worked with all her guests but she couldn’t fool him, he was genuinely concerned and his eyes wandered in her direction throughout the party. When the crowd thinned out, he was stuck with her best friend, this friend of hers was going on and on for a long time now, chatting him up with all of her life stories, likes, obsessions and all he could do was to smile and nod in her direction while his eyes were searching for La Mujer. Her friend couldn’t contain herself any longer, throws herself into his arms hugging him expressing how she feels about him and tells him how much she loves hanging out with him, for a split second his mind went numb, as he regained his thoughts getting back to reality, everything started to make sense, he gently takes a step back apologizing to the friend, runs into the house for La Mujer. He finds her talking on the phone, hugs her from behind, his emotions get the best of him and all he could blurt out at that moment was, “I’m yours..”, she drops the phone from her trembling hands, takes a deep breath, with shiver in her body from his touch and tears rolling out of her eyes down her cheeks, whispers to herself, “I knew it, I always did. I was waiting for you to know.”
He wakes up in the passenger seat of a moving truck on a rickety country road with no recollection of where he was or how he got there. That’s the first time he sees her, her big brown eyes, he could see innocence, love, concern, compassion, he could see himself and the rest of their future in those teary eyes. He couldn’t get his eyes off her, he was awestruck, frozen in time. He was brought back with her nudge on his shoulder when she asks in a quivering voice, “How do you feel now? Does it still hurt?”. He wasn’t sure who this beautiful woman was or what she was referring to till he noticed dried up blood on his hands and chest and fresh blood oozing through the bloody bandage on his torso, he now feels the pain with every jerk made by the truck. “The sedatives must be wearing off, we are home now. I’ll change your bandages once we get in, hang tight.” she says as she runs out of the truck to help him. She helps him into the house with her hand around his shoulders, he leans on her for support struggling to walk, buzzed from booze and drowsy from medication. As he walks in, he notices the beautiful view of the backyard, for the first time, but smiles at it as if he remembers it from his memories.
He wakes up perspiring heavily, finds his inhaler to regulate his breathing, grabs his glasses and with contentment in his eyes strikes off everything he wrote till last night and starts building his lead character from scratch.
* Character #1 [ Lead | Focus on eyes | Needs backstory ]
Girl from the countryside.
Full of dreams and hopes.
Dog mom in quest for a man to coparent.
Her eyes, her big blue eyes, it all starts with her eyes. [ties into Character #2]
His journey starts with her eyes and ends in her dr...
Inspiration -
Christopher Nolan && My Dream Obsessions
