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
form. no walls. Looks like Infinite Nothingness...
V.O
Welcome to the mindstream.
A man late 20's 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
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
...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.
WRITER
I did it!
Writer begins to celebrate like he just won the lottery.
WRITER
It actually worked.
3.
The Writer proceeds to leap into the chair. It's 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
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
Again. Make the figment appear.
just like before.
The writer closes his eyes and another chair appears.
LOGOS
Excellent. The rate of
materialization is impressive. Make
another figment appear.
WRITER
Ok another chair....
When the writer attempts to make another chair appear the
previous one disappears.
4.
LOGOS
Thought so.
WRITER
Hold on. let me try that
again...two chairs
Same thing happens. When The chair materializes in a
different spot...the previous one vanishes.
WRITER
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 tan leather recliner 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...
5.
WRITER
So these chairs. they are...not
real?
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
....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
I get it. Like a video game without
a physics engine?
LOGOS
I prefer to think of it like the
product of an inexperienced
symphony composer.
Logos waves his hand palm facing towards the ground. all the
chairs break into pieces as if they were built out of Lego
blocks.
WRITER
Yo 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.
6.
WRITER
so I thought I would make a chair
appear sit down and think about it.
LOGOS
Are you not capable of thinking
while standing?
WRITER
Well yeah but I usually write err I
mean think while sitting down.
Besides sitting is more
comfy...right?
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. Right. Got it.
The writer proceeds to grab a figment but they shatter when
touched.
LOGOS
Not with your hands. With your
mind!
WRITER
Ooh. Gotcha. With my mind. Ok.
The writer attempts to assemble a chair through telekinesis.
Chair Legs start to fly around haphazardly. As if writer is
trying to pull random parts 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. all the pieces stop
animating and fall to the ground.
7.
WRITER
I can't do this. It's too hard.
There's too much junk in the way.
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? Yo Logo what am I doing...
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 sure. That would be super
helpful...
8.
LOGOS
Think of the figments as an
extension of your being. 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.
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 like a
whirlwind tossed into the air forming what looks like an
accretion disk of figment dust around the assembly.
As each additional piece is put together The dust becomes so
thick that it shrouds the assembly from view. Is it working?
We cant see a thing through all this dust...
The writer closes his eyes again. The energy of spiraling
figment dust creating a loud wooshing sound. Then --
POOF -- A fully realized chair falls to the ground. All of
the dust scatters and falls like ash. The chair bounces a
bit. Then falls over.
LOGOS looks impressed. Gesturing to Writer to go inspect the
chair.
The writer approaches the chair cautiously. If this chair is
still a figment it will turn to dust when he touches it.
Build tension... build tension and....
9.
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.
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.)
So tell me. What do you really want
to materialize?
or
LOGOS(O.S.)
So tell me... what will you
materialize next?
Close on huge smile....
CUT
EXT. ZEN GARDEN - DUSK
SUPER: Three days later...
A traditional zen garden illuminated by a setting sun comes
into view. We walk by a Koi pond, turn to see a rock garden
with raked swirls then pan to gaze at sakura trees before we
come to close in on Writer who is meditating on a mat near a
bamboo water fall thing.
We pull out to see Logos standing near writer. As if it was
Logos that was walking through the zen garden.
LOGOS
Very good. Now... slowly open your
eyes.
The writer opens his eyes. A big smile. Then --
TIME LAPSE MAYHEM -- The sun starts rising and setting
wildly. Fish from the koi pond glitch out and start swimming
in the air.
10.
Random objects in the scene disappear then reappear in
discombobulated ways. Gravity flips and --
WHITEOUT
CUT TO:
INT. WHITE ROOM
Infinite nothingness.
Writer walks in front of camera from off screen wearing Board
shorts, a muscle shirt and flip flops. Looks like he is
heading to the beach with a disappointed look on his face.
LOGOS (O.S.)
Well. You are certainly capable of
producing very complex thought
forms..
WRITER
...But I can't sustain them. The
second I observe them...they fall
apart.
Logos appears in the frame. Sharp dressed. Suit and tie.
LOGOS
Indeed. Let's try a different
approach shall we?
WRITER
Sounds good. What do you have in
mind?
LOGOS
If your intention is to use the
mindstream to merely observe and
express thought forms....
Logos rubs his chin as if pondering something...
LOGOS
You may require a point of
entry....
WRITER
An entry point? What do you mean?
Logos snaps his fingers. a huge treasure chest appears.
11.
LOGOS
It is very difficult to
explain...much easier to show.
Writer walks up to the treasure chest.
WRITER
What's inside?
LOGOS
Open it.
The writer opens the treasure chest cautiously. We are in the
mindstream. Anything can be inside. Light beams shine out
from it when the top opens. The writer looks in and --
WRITER
Whoa...
LOGOS
Awe inspiring is it not?
WRITER
Definitely. What is this? It's like
bigger on the inside...
LOGOS
It is a point of entry. If you want
to find out. Jump in.
WRITER
Jump in? Are you serious? Wait a
second. I got to think about this.
I'm not mentally prepared...
LOGOS
No thinking. just fall...
Logos pushes writer into the chest and --
EXT SKY
We are falling.
WRITER
Omigod. Holy shiiiiiiiit
Logos appears from off screen gracefully gliding side by side
with Writer
LOGOS
Calm yourself. There is plenty of
time left until we hit the ground
12.
Loud sounds of wind as we whoosh past clouds...
WRITER
(yelling) quick
question....
LOGOS
I cant hear you speak louder...
WRITER
Is it possible to die in the
mindstream?
LOGOS
Of course it is possible. all you
got to do is imagine yourself...
Logos flies off
LOGOS
Flying
(audio trails off as if
fading out)
Writer still flailing about while he is falling
WRITER
Not fly...i mean DIE
Ground approaching...
WRITER
Im going to die..im going to die
OMIGOD IM GOING TO DIIIIIIIIE
BOOM
We observe what looks like a meteor impact
INT. HOLE IN THE GROUND
We are looking down a huge whole. Writer coughing and
brushing dirt off of himself at the bottom. Writer sits up
and --
WRITER
Im alive?
LOGOS (O.S.)
Of course your alive.
Eyeline cut? We look up to see Logos standing at the top
ledge of the hole
13.
LOGOS
(kneeling down)
You can't die in the mindstream...
WRITER
Right. I knew that...
LOGOS
Quit dawdling. Get up here. There
is something I want you to see.
Logos walks off...
WRITER
Alright.. be up in a sec..
The writer attempts to climb out of the hole he finds himself
in with his hands but slips and falls.
LOGOS (O.S.)
Hurry up.
WRITER
ok ok.
The writer leaps up and flies out of the hole with a huge
smile on his face
WRITER
Oh That's right. I can fly.
Writers jaw drops...
EXT. JAPANESE LANDSCAPE
Mountains. Rice fields everywhere we look. Up ahead We see a
path leading towards a Japanese mansion.
WRITER
Is that my..
LOGOS
Yes.
WRITER
It wont fall apart this time?
LOGOS
Nope.
WRITER
Niiiice
14.
The writer and Logos fly towards --
EXT ZEN GARDEN
Koi ponds, rock gardens and sakura trees fill the frame.
Writer and Logos land right in front of us. Writer is stoked
looking around with glee.
LOGOS
So what do you think?
WRITER
This is incredible. Just like I
imagined it would look.
WRITER
Wait a second...
Time freezes.
LOGOS
Yes?
WRITER
There's something i need to do
first.
The writer claps his hands and --
Instant WHITE OUT
CUT TO:
INT WHITE ROOM
And We are back to infinite nothingness.
Writer walks in front of the camera from off screen instantly
materializes a comfy leather recliner chair leaps in it from
behind lands then leans forward.
a massive touch screen display appears in front of him.
floating in mid air.
Logos appears next to the chair as writer begins to interact
with the display.
LOGOS
What are you doing?
Que music...
15.
WRITER
I like to listen to music while
writing.
LOGOS
Better?
Writer makes the display disappear...
WRITER
Much better....
LOGOS
Shall we proceed?
WRITER
Yup. let's do this.
Writer stands up. the chair disappears...
WRITER
So my point of entry is a treasure
chest? Neat...
LOGOS
Actually it can be whatever you
want it to be. A chest, a door,
a...
WRITER
A Treasure chest works for me. Well
for now anyways...
LOGOS
You want to have a go at it?
WRITER
Absolutely.
Logos snaps his fingers. a treasure chest appears.
LOGOS
This chest is empty. You can
Materialize what ever you want to
explore... in here.
WRITER
...And this will help me learn how
to sustain my thought forms long
enough to observer them?
16.
LOGOS
Well. Not Exactly. The reason you
cant observe your thought forms is
a matter of cognitive dissonance.
WRITER
Cognitive What what?
LOGOS
Your right and left brains are out
of phase with one another. The
point of entry allows you to focus
on using one side at a time...
WRITER
Ok That made no sense...
LOGOS
Your mind lacks harmony..
WRITER
Ooh.
LOGOS
Now focus. What do you want to
explore? Where do you want to go?
Make the answer to those questions
appear in this chest.
WRITER
Got it.
Close in on Writer pondering what to materialize in the
chest.
The writer closes his eyes.
Close in on treasure chest. Let us watch it start to glow and
shake building suspense then --
WRITER
No wait. Wait. Tempting. Very
tempting....but I'm not ready
yet...
The treasure chest stops glowing..
LOGOS
Not ready? How come?
WRITER
I want to study narrative formulas
and character arcs first...
17.
LOGOS
I see...
Logos waves his hand and the treasure chest disappears.
LOGOS
Very well. Until next time then?
Logos slowly disappears.
WRITER
I will be back soon. I promise.
(yelling so Logos can
hear)
When I return... I will be ready
to write a story!
Writer disappears.
Why are we still looking at infinite nothingness?
CUT
INT. WRITER'S HOME - AFTERNOON
Observe The writer's natural habitat. A small two bedroom
shotgun house. Very warm and welcoming. As we walk a straight
shot from the front door to the back of the house we spot
writer in the kitchen preparing a cup of coffee. We follow
writer to the back where the computer is located. We set up a
tripod camera and hit record.
Cut to tripod POV -- On the computer screen in front of us we
see a blog article. We watch as writer sits down and starts
taking notes. Then --
FAST FORWARD -- hyper-lapse of two days condensed into 30
seconds? We watch writer presumably studying narrative
formulas and character arcs off and on as the sun rises and
sets. Then rises and sets again.
Is he ready to write a story? Did he study at all? We are
about to find out....
CUT
INT. WHITE ROOM
Back to infinite nothingness.
We watch Writer walk in front of the camera from off screen.
casually dressed. Jeans and a hoodie.
18.
LOGOS (V.O)
Welcome back
Logos appears. Writer nods
LOGOS
You ready to use the mindstream for
it's intended purpose now?
WRITER
Not sure...We are about to find out
though.
Logos snaps his fingers and a treasure chest appears.
LOGOS
Indeed
Writer closes his eyes. The treasure chest morphs into a door
that looks like an entrance to a Starbucks.
LOGOS
Interesting.
We follow writer. The door opens. Writer walks through and--
CUT
INT. STARBUCKS - DAY
Welcome to Starbucks.
LOGOS (O.S.)
Impressive.
Logos walks into view
LOGOS
But It appears to be a bit lonely
in here....
Huge smile on Writer's face.
WRITER
Yup. I have a whole Starbucks all
to myself. No distractions. All the
fraps I could ever possibly want.
for free. Oh and....
The writer rushes around the counter full of enthusiasm. We
hear blenders whirring then --
19.
WRITER
I get to make my own fraps! I have
always wanted to do this. Hey Logo.
Want one?
LOGOS
No thanks.
WRITER
Suit yourself.
The Writer emerges from behind the counter with Frapp in hand
sits down and...
WRITER
Great. Might need a straw..
Writer closes his eyes and a straw appears.
WRITER
Perfect.
Writer Takes a sip.
WRITER
Mmm. Not strong enough... I wonder
if..
The writer closes his eyes. disappears then reappears behind
the counter.
WRITER
Hey that worked. Oh wait. WAIT. No
it didn't. It didn't work. GAAH. My
leg is stuck..
LOGOS
To lazy to walk in the mindstream
now?
WRITER
This feels soo weird. My leg is
stuck inside this thing. LOGO. Help
what do I do?
Logos waves his hand and gets writer unstuck.
LOGOS
Please try to refrain from
teleporting...Until you can project
thought forms properly...
20.
WRITER
right sorry about that. Now...
Where's the espresso machine. It's
gotta be around here somewhere.
Writer searches around behind the counter and --
WRITER
Ahh here it is. Extra shot of
espresso. That should get some
brain activity percolating..
Writer adds a shot of espresso to his frap, then leaps over
the counter and sits down. Closes his eyes and materializes a
notebook and a pen.
WRITER
Now Lets get started.
LOGOS
Very well. I shall take my leave.
If you require my assistance. Call
out my name.
Writer nods. Logos disappears. Writer sips on his frap then -
-
An elderly gentleman early 50's appears
ELDERLY MAN
I was wondering when you would call
me here again.
WRITER
Ha funny. You knew I would call on
you....
FUTURE WRITER
Perhaps...
WRITER
So Hows life treating us in the
future?
FUTURE WRITER
(smile with a chuckle)
You will have to find that out for
yourself.
WRITER
Fair enough. So... stories. I
wonder. Which one should I start
with?
21.
FUTURE WRITER
If I remember correctly...You still
haven't finished Polarity. And You
still haven't even started
Metaverse.
WRITER
Yup yup...and I got a bunch of
vague ideas and thoughts. perhaps I
should start a story from scratch?
Create a character then run with it
from there..either that or just do
an adaptation...
FUTURE WRITER
Perhaps...
WRITER
Ahh you're no fun at all.
FUTURE WRITER
Don't stop writing. The next 10
years of your life are going to be
very exciting.
WRITER
For better or for worse?
FUTURE WRITER
A bit of both i suppose. But
exciting nevertheless. I have to
go.
WRITER
Back to the future huh?. I will
catch up to you in a bit.
FUTURE WRITER
Definitely
The elderly man disappears. Writer takes another sip of the
frap
WRITER
Well so much for being ready to
write a story. I got nothin'...
Writer attempts to take another sip of Frapp but gurgling
sounds of emptiness are heard.
WRITER
And I'm out of frapp
22.
The writer walks up to the counter. Standing there as if
waiting to be helped.
WRITER
Perhaps i should just do an
adaptation? Its all for practice
anyways. I don't know.
(sigh)
I'm not putting enough thought
into this. Or maybe I am putting
too much thought into this?
STARBUCKS EMPLOYEE (O.S)
Hello. Welcome to Starbucks. What
can I get for you today?
Angeline appears. Early 20's brunette. Short and cute.
WRITER
Whoa where did you come from?
ANGELINE
I work here silly...
WRITER
I know but..never mind. Venti
Vanilla bean frap. With an extra
shot of espresso please.
ANGELINE
It's cheaper if you get the french
vanilla...espresso is like a dolla
per shot.
WRITER
No worries. Money is of no concern
to me here.
ANGELINE
Ok. That will be five sixty
WRITER
Mhmm
The writer closes his eyes and a 10$ bill materialize in his
hand.
ANGELINE
Out of ten.
WRITER
Yup. Keep the change...
23.
ANGELINE
Thanks. It will done in just a
second
Writer nods. Angeline goes off to make the frap
WRITER
At least I am not procrastinating.
Well not completely
procrastinating. Plus I have a good
grasp of character arcs and
narrative formulas now....
ANGELINE
I'm sorry?
WRITER
Talking to myself. Don't mind me.
Frap is done.
ANGELINE
Here ya go.
WRITER
Thanks
ANGELINE
Your welcome.
Angeline disappears. Writer returns to his seat. Sips on some
frap and finally notices what just happened.
WRITER
Wait. Angeline? Angeline! Where did
she go?
Writer looks baffled...
WRITER
Oh wells. I need to focus. Story
characters, plot and narratives.
Lets do this
Writer sips on some frapp. A man appears in a jumpsuit with
two katanas on his back.
FALCON
Target acquired.
Falcon walks up to the counter.
WRITER
falcon? How did you...
24.
Another man appears in a heavy armor suit welding a massive
machine gun.
HAWK
Yo.
Hawk aims his machine gun at writer. it whirs up --
WRITER
Lovely. Two of my characters from
Butterfly Dream are leaking through
into my mindstream now....
HAWK
do we kill em'
FALCON
Negative.
Hawk drops the machine gun and walks to the counter next to
Falcon with a disappointed look on his face.
Angeline appears
ANGELINE
Hello. Welcome to Starbucks...
Ding Ding --
A metro sexual possibly gay male mid 30's dressed in a
colorful lab coat walks in. This is Xavier. Closely followed
by his unnamed assistant.
XAVIER
(takes a big whiff)
Make a note.
His assistant rushes to his side, ready willing and able to
jot down Xavier's mental notes.
XAVIER
I absolutely love the smell of
coffee.
ASSISTANT
Noted.
They get in line behind Falcon and Hawk
WRITER
And there's Xavier. Another
character from another screenplay I
have yet to finish...
25.
Writer takes a sip from his frapp
WRITER
Thought it was pretty interesting
at the time. A socially awkward mad
scientist character that forces his
assistants to take a bunch of
pointless mental notes. but I was
going to have him bust out some
deep philosophical quotes from time
to time...
We direct our attention to the counter...
ANGELINE
So a plain latte and a mocha frapp
anything else?
Falcon and Hawk look at each other...
FALCON
Nope
HAWK
Notta
ANGELINE
Ok that will be eight fifty three.
Hawk aims his machine gun at Angeline and falcon draws out
his katana blades they shimmer with a blue glow.
We turn our attention back to writer. Who gets up and walks
towards the counter...
WRITER
Guys... guys. take it easy. Its on
me alright?
Writer makes a 10$ bill appear in his hand and places it on
the counter. Falcon and Hawk holster their futuristic
weapons.
FALCON
Much appreciated
HAWK
Thanks.. chump
They walk off to the side and wait for their coffees.
WRITER
(sigh) no problem. Sorry
Angie..
26.
The terrified look on Angies face fades to a sigh of relief.
Xavier appears to be getting frustrated interacting with his
futuristic Ipad
XAVIER
No no no no NO. This is getting no
where. Sub millimeter phase sync?
Are you kidding me? That's no where
near close enough...
Xavier throws down his Ipad. it shatters on the floor.
WRITER
Whoa Xav relax.
XAVIER
Who are you?
Xavier turns to his assistant.
XAVIER
Who is this?
The assistant shrugs out a "I don't know"
Writer looks at the Ipad and repairs it with his mind, picks
it up and hands it to Xavier
WRITER
You gotta learn to let go man. Sit
back observe and let it flow.
Xavier ponders the wisdom. And nods in agreement.
XAVIER
Perhaps you're right...
Xavier turns to his assistant...
XAVIER
You're fired get out of my sight. I
have decided that...
Xavier turns to look at writer
XAVIER
...you will be my new assistant.
WRITER
Not interested...
27.
Xavier makes a snobby "hmph" expression turns then walks
away. So full of himself....assistant looks around with a
"what do I do now" kind of look. Then chases after Xavier
Falcon and Hawk are served. They instantly disappear. They
are wearing temporal shifting suits. They can teleport where
ever they please...
ANGELINE
Ohh..mygod. What just happened?
WRITER
I think my subconscious is fucking
with me...you ok?
ANGELINE
Yea i think so.
Writer returns to his seat.
WOOSH -- a black tetrahedron about 6 feet tall appears out of
thin air right in front of the counter. floating slighting
above the ground. Looks sinister as fuck.
ANGELINE
Hi welcome to Starbucks.
Writer Face plants the table.
TETRAHEDRON
We are the Priori. We have come to
destroy the throne of the faceless
kings...
The tetrahedron opens up revealing a black hole which sucks
Angeline and everything but the walls floor windows and
writer into it.
The tetrahedron disappears...
WRITER
Logos!
Logos appears
LOGOS
Yes?
WRITER
Why is my subconscious projecting
thought forms into the mindstream
without my consent?
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LOGOS
It is natural for subconscious
projections to slip through.
WRITER
Awesome. It's like my mind has a
mind of it's own then?
wonderful..is there a point to all
of this?
LOGOS
Of course there is. Consider it
self discovery. Plus It got you to
twenty eight pages didn't it?
WRITER
i suppose it did.
Writer materializes a leather recliner chair and sits in it.
LOGOS
By now I am sure you are aware of
what your subconscious is trying to
tell you... yes?
WRITER
Yeah message received. Let words
flow freely. Got it
LOGOS
Harmony of the mind...
WRITER
I know I know. I am my own number
one fan. But at the same time I am
my own worst critic. Where's the
harmony in that?
LOGOS
Awareness of self awareness. at its
finest.
WRITER
(laughs)
I still have no clue why I am so
eager to write though....
LOGOS
Ars gratia artis?
WRITER
Yeah lets go with that. I just want
to Express myself. Plain and
simple. nothing else.
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WRITER
Well more like blow peoples minds.
Make em laugh. make em cry. Inspire
others and all that jazz.

The writer snaps his fingers and we --
WHITEOUT
INT. WHITE ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The walls floors and ceilings of the Starbucks fades to
infinite nothingness.
WRITER
I wonder....can harmony be achieved
through conflict?
LOGOS
Ego death?
WRITER
Right versus left.
WOOSH - an identical clone of writer appears in the void.
Knelling down as if about to sprint with a devious grin on
his face.
The writer stands on his feet the chair behind him
disappears.
LOGOS
I would not advise this...
WRITER
My alter ego...All the hate and
anger buried deep within.
Personified.
Alter ego stands up and walks towards writer
ALTER EGO
Not just hate. I am your Fear.
Your Jealousy. Your Lust.
Alter ego is seamlessly transforming into a Cerberus.
CERBERUS
Your Hunger. All the Pain and
suffering you have endured...
A vicious looking Cerberus has appeared in the void. Loud war
cry from all three heads.
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Writer stands his ground. closes his eyes. Arms open wide.
Come give me a huge. The beast charges towards writer.
Claws lash out. Writer slammed to the ground. Fangs rip
writer to shreds.
V.O
No fear...
Writer re materializes on Cerberus back.
Cerberus shakes writer off. Then leaps at writer with claws
the size of sickle blades.
WAM -- a stone wall materializes around writer. Cerberus's
claws bounce off of it.
V.O
No hate..
Cerberus's claws repeatedly slam against the wall. Shattering
it after several hits. Where is Writer? He is not inside....
Cerberus sniffs around. Catches a whiff. Look up
THUD -- A massive pitch fork trident thing pins all three of
Cerberus's heads to the ground. No blood no harm no foul.
Cerberus struggles. The trident gleams, with shining jewels.
Claws scraping the ground wildly trying to escape. But the
force holding the trident down is far to great.
Writer appears kneeling down in front of Cerberus
CERBERUS HEAD 1
You think you can hold me
CERBERUS HEAD 2
Suppress me
CERBERUS HEAD 3
Control me.
Logos appears next to writer...
LOGOS
Well. You have come this far. Are
you sure you want to go through
with this? After an ego death there
is no going back...
A gun materializes in Writers hand. Cerberus transforms into
three adorable looking puppies. You would have to be one
cruel mofo to shoot one of them.
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V.O
Without us you will be nothing.
Empty. A shell.
Adorable puppy eyes. Flea flicker. Tongues out. Begging.
WRITER
I have no further use for these
feelings.
Writer aims. Is he seriously going to shoot cute puppies in
cold blood? Trigger pulled. hammer knocks
Splash Splash Splash. Its a water gun.
WRITER
But I also don't feel like killing
my ego....just yet
Writer kneels down. The puppies run towards him. Group hug.
Writer tackled to the ground. Lick frenzy
LOGOS
A wise decision.
WRITER
Nah just a bit of wordplay fun :)
LOGOS
Why a Cerberus though?
WRITER
I was going to go with a werewolf.
Lick lick.
WRITER
But that felt too cliche'.
Speaking of which...
The writer materializes three Frisbees. He gets up and --
WRITER
Fetch...
Close on Frisbees flying off and cute puppies chasing after
them.
Cut

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