MINDSTREAM

written by
Derik West
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FADE IN:
INT. WHITE ROOM
A massive white room fills the frame. Absolutely no color. no
walls. Looks like Infinite Nothingness...
V.O
Welcome to the mindstream.
A man late 20s walks in front of the camera from off screen
with a "how the fuck did I get here" kind of look on his
face. We see he is wearing PJs. Clean cut. No style. Like a
blank canvas...
WRITER
What is this place?
V.O
Excellent question.
The Writer's head is on a swivel. Looking around for
something to look at...
V.O (CONTD)
This space. Think of it as a
playground for your imagination. A
blank canvas if you will as vast
and infinite as space itself. Empty
as this page was one hundred and
twenty one words ago...
WRITER
Wait. how did you...who are you?
V.O
(sigh) who I am is
irrelevant. But if I must
be personified...
A person appears out of thin air. Sharp dressed. Looks
identical to Writer. If writer were to hire a stylist that
is.
LOGOS
You may call me Logos.
Writer walks towards Logos...
WRITER
Logos? You look... like me?
2.
LOGOS
Indeed. Does this appearance not
satisfy you?
Writer touches Logos as if to confirm that Logos is actually
real..
WRITER
(smile with a chuckle)
No no. All good. A bit weird but
it's whatever. so...
Writers eyes scan the infinite emptiness...
WRITER (CONTD)
...this place. is like a dream
world?
LOGOS
Precisely. Here in this space you
can do whatever you want. Have
anything you want. Be whoever you
want. All you got to do is..
WRITER
Use my imagination right?
LOGOS
Exactly. Go ahead. Give it a try.
Don't be shy.
WRITER
Ok imagination. Let's do this. I
can have anything I want. What do I
want?
We close in on Writer squeezing his eyelids tight and --
POOF -- a tan leather recliner chair appears.
LOGOS
Interesting....
Logos rubs his chin as if pondering something.
WRITER
I did it!
Writer begins to celebrate like he just won the lottery or
something.
WRITER (CONTD)
It actually worked.
3.
The Writer proceeds to leap into the chair. Its time to get
comfy sit down and figure out what to materialize next.
BUT the illusion shatters. The chair can not hold any weight.
It explodes into dust the second the writer touches it.
The Writers gluteus maximus hits the ground with a thud.
WRITER (CONTD)
What the..
LOGOS
Tell me. When you closed your eyes
Did you think of a chair? Or what a
chair looks like?
The writer stands back up brushing off dust.
WRITER
I guess I just thought of what the
chair looks like....
LOGOS
Ahh you produced a figment.
WRITER
A What?
LOGOS
A figment. An optical illusion. But
no matter. No matter. This was
expected. No one ever produces a
proper thought form on their first
try.
Writers enthusiasm is suddenly replaced with a look of
thinking "this was harder then I expected"
LOGOS (CONTD)
Again. Make the figment appear.
just like before.
The writer closes his eyes and another chair appears.
LOGOS (CONTD)
Excellent. The rate of
materialization is impressive. Try
to Make another figment appear.
When the writer attempts to make another chair appear the
previous one disappears.
LOGOS (CONTD)
Thought so.
4.
WRITER
Hold on. let me try that again...
Same thing happens. When The chair materializes in a
different spot while the previous one vanishes.
WRITER (CONTD)
What's going on here?
LOGOS
Try to materialize several figments
at once
WRITER
Ok. A bunch of chairs....got it.
Writer squeezes his eyelids tight and --
WOOSH A bunch of chairs appear scattered about in no
particular fashion.
LOGOS
It appears you can only produce and
sustain a single materialization.
WRITER
Is that bad?
LOGOS
Nope. Don't fret. It takes practice
to produce a thought form out of
figments. Lots and lots of
practice.

WRITER
...this is definitely not as easy I
thought it would be.
LOGOS
Indeed. But If it were easy...that
would defeat the purpose of this
mindstream. would it not?
WRITER
True that.
The Writer looks around at all the chairs, curious as to why
he can't sit down in one...
WRITER (CONTD)
So these chairs they are...not
real?
5.
LOGOS
You misunderstand. They are quite
real. As real as real can get.
Subjectively speaking. No. It is
not a matter of perspective....It's
technical. The reason you can't sit
in one of these chairs. Is
because....
Logos walks up and karate chops a chair which shatters into
dust.
LOGOS (CONTD)
....they have no parts.
WRITER
Oh..
LOGOS
These chairs are figments.
holographic reflections. Brought
forth from your memory. An
expression of color and form
without any function weight nor
property.
WRITER
Like a video game without a physics
engine?
LOGOS
I prefer to think of it like the
product of an inexperienced
symphony composer. But yes the
logic of your metaphor is solid.
Logos waves his hand and all the chairs break into pieces as
if they were Lego blocks.
WRITER
Hey what gives?
LOGOS
You want to sit in a chair right?
WRITER
Well yeah that was the whole idea.
I don't really know what I want to
materialize yet so I thought I
would make a chair appear sit down
and think about it.
6.
LOGOS
Why? Are you not capable of
thinking while standing?
WRITER
Well I suppose so. but im just used
to writing I mean thinking while
sitting down. Besides sitting is
more comfy...
LOGOS
I see.. If you really want to sit
in a chair. You will have to
assemble one from all of these
figments.
WRITER
Oh Got it.
The writer proceeds to grab a figment but they shatter when
touched.
LOGOS
Not with your hands. With your
mind!
WRITER
Oh..right.
The writer attempts to assemble a chair through telekinesis.
Chair Legs start to fly around haphazardly. As if writer is
trying to pull them together with invisible puppet strings
LOGOS
Concentrate!
WRITER
I'm trying...
Chair parts still flailing about chaotically.
LOGOS
It does not appear like you are
from my perspective...
WRITER
Grrr..
Frustration. The writer gives up and all the pieces stop
animating and fall to the ground.
WRITER (CONTD)
I can't do this. It is to hard.
There's too much junk in the way.
7.
Writer plows through figments kicking them shattering them
into dust. Throwing a somewhat productive tantrum.
LOGOS
Calm yourself. These are figments
of your imagination. They respond
to your call. Why are you having
such difficulty moving them?
WRITER
I don't know! I've never moved
anything with my mind before. So
forgive me for being a bit horrible
at it.
LOGOS
There's your answer.
WRITER
My what? Stop speaking in
riddles...what am I doing wrong?
Oh..
LOGOS
Yes
WRITER
Practice right?
LOGOS
Indeed.
WRITER
You know what. Fine. I'll just
think while standing. I didn't want
to sit down anyways...
LOGOS
Giving up already?
WRITER
No no. Im just pouting...ok. Give
me a moment.
LOGOS
Take your time. Shall I give you a
bit of advice?
WRITER
Yeah that would be super helpful...
LOGOS
Think of the figments as an
extension of your being.
(MORE)
8.
LOGOS (CONTD)
Rather then an external object you
move by some exertion of mental
force
WRITER
Right. An extension of my body. Got
it.
We watch the writer close his eyes.
At first nothing.
Is the writer even trying. How can he move the parts without
seeing them?
But suddenly just the parts needed to make a single chair
begin to float up in the air and draw close to one another.
The rest of the excess parts are pushed back like a broom is
sweeping them into a neat circular pile around the central
parts hoovering in the air.
The writer opens his eyes. And suddenly the chair is being
gracefully assembled. One leg attaches itself to a seat.
Another one on the opposite side follows suit. It is Almost
like the chair is self organizing itself.
Que dramatic music.
The remaining parts in the excess pile begin to rotate on the
ground like a whirlwind is dragging them along in a circle.
Some of the parts from the pile are tossed into the air
forming what looks like an accretion disk of figment dust
around the assembly.
As each additional piece is put together more and more excess
parts are assimilated into the accretion disk. The dusk is
getting so thick it shrouds the assembly from view. Is it
working? We cant see a thing through all the dust...
The writer closes his eyes again. The energy of spiraling
dust creating a loud wooshing sound. Then --
POOF -- A fully realized chair falls to the ground from about
three feet in the air. All of the dust scatters and falls
like ash. The chair bounces a bit when it hits the ground and
falls over.
LOGOS looks impressed. Gesturing to Writer to go inspect the
chair.
The writer approaches the chair cautiously. Looks a bit
nervous. If this chair is still a figment it will turn to
dust when he touches it.
9.
Build tension build tension and....
The writers hand touches the chair. It worked like a charm.
The writers face lights up like a Christmas tree. His hand
gliding across the leather like this chair is his most
valuable possession.
LOGOS approaches writer who is currently sitting the chair up
on its legs.
Close in on writer sitting down in the chair with a huge
smile on his face
LOGOS
Congratulations. You just produced
your very first thought form.
Continue to close in on the writers face. ear to ear smile
now
LOGOS (O.S.) (CONTD)
So tell me. What do you really want
to materialize?
ALT
LOGOS(O.S.)
So tell me... what will you
materialize next?
END SCENE