Better later than never, Happy Thanksgiving to all.
There is something of about reality, when you sleep at night.
The reality of one’s dreams look real, as you fall into the deep sleep state of the Twilight Zone.
It almost makes the late Gene Rodenberry look like the master of suspense, even though the king of suspense was once held by the late Alfred Hitchcock, who made zealions at the art of suspense with the motions pictures he produced and realeased through Hollywood during his time on Earth.
Hitchcock was the master, King and Wes Craven were the followers.
Suspense is not the defiance of horror as Stephen King would write with his masterful creations in the stories he writes, produce as horror novelist.
But, neither of my dreams have, nor have they been the Master’s of suspense, somehow it feels that way. Maybe? Just maybe, because the approaching thought of Holloween seems to be a few short weeks away and just around the corner next month.
I’m completely immersed in the thought of doing just that – writing the story, about the dream.
Dreamscape has kept me in the pure thought of telling a story, perhaps not only the short version of the story itself – but, to tell the story through short films?
I’m not a master of the genre, but a fan, a writer, blogger, a dipsy frog looking for answers of how the dream came to my mindset and more?
This would make short filmmaker Ryan Connley of YouTube fame at Film Riot, look like the next Wes Craven or Stephen King wannabe – close, but, not that close, but close. Well, almost close enough to say.
Connley is an up and coming short filmmaker and his work seems to improve with each short film he releases through his company.
With no cast and crew in insight on my end of the chain, the reality of the dream and the story to be told is beyond the art of fact, fiction nor truth, “it’s somewhere in between there,” I say to myself during my course of thought.
As, I regain the thought of suspense through the art of dreamscape, as I go into the state of deep sleep the story is still being told and written on another plane of thought somewhere above Cloud Nine in the world of Dreamscape.
Belief is the beast of one’s dreams, between reality, fact and fiction – its hard to dimiss, it was only a dream, a mindset of ones subconscious of deep sleep.
At least, E. T., hasnt told me to call home yet, which is good – it would be a guilt trip if Charlie Brown and Snoopy found the great answers to the “Great Pumpkin Patch,” Linus has been blabbing about for years.
“You build it, they will come,” as they say in the movie, “The Field of Dreams,” with Kevin Costner as he stands amid a corn field in his characters farm, as the ghosts of baseball’s past says to his character Ray.
Dreams are the same way in my own mind. Perhaps, that’s probably, why Fall is upon us?
At least, it wasn’t a salty “Payday” candy bar, but a damn Cuban cigar that smells like the pure truth of the Indian Stories once told by an Indian Reservation tribunal Indian Chief during my childhood.
“Phooey..!,” is my answer.
When it comes to Memorial Day weekend, it becomes sentimental in my family each year. The holiday isn’t just about Memorial Day and those who served their country, its about those who really gave it their all, while fighting for a country that believed in freedom for every man, women, child and race there is around the world.
But, those whose ideals, felt they didn’t deserve to be free or at lease have a right to freedom to begin with have misunderstood the meaning for “Liberty and Justice for all.” America became a country of its own in 1776, some 236 years after the Declaration of Independence was written by the forefather’s of this country.
I still believe in its merits and its beliefs of the constitution and what it stands for today. There is only a handful of countries that still believe they don’t deserve the basic rights of freedom to their own people, but, feel liberty is a threat and a meaning of treason to their own beliefs. It makes no sense, even to those countries that have remained in Communism and more.
But, for the troops who fought in wars and liberated those countries with peace and freedom and democracy, they shall be commended for their service and sacrifice to make those who’s lives were changed forever because of those who felt their own ideals should be meant, not that of those who wished to be free for life and eternity.
When America becomes hungry their appetite becomes the enemy of the state – in their pocket book, that is.
“No, the CIA isn’t after my cheeseburger, they’re after the spook that keeps calling the dominoes pizza outlet for a pepperoni pizza every night,” costing Newt Gingrich his retirement fund and his pesky Roth IRA, not to mention his 401K account as well.
When it comes to Americans eating out, they expect to pay the price of their meal only. But, than – when it comes times to ask for such ask condiments, such as ketchup packets, dipping sauce packets, salt and pepper, straws and lids, etc., that could be needed as extra by the consumer, are being charged out of pocket expenses for such extras, after they have picked up their orders at the pick-up line.
A recent visit to a local Burger King (BK) Store in my town netted me, just that – an out of pocket expense for such an item for dipping sauce for my French Fries! That’s right folks, the local BK franchise wanted to charge me .20 cents, twenty cents for a single packet of Ranch Dressing for my dip my fries in, while I eat.
In all the years, that I’ve been going to that same BK, I’ve never been charged a penny on a dime for such condiments. In fact, I wonder why corporate greediness is taking America’s consumers by storm?
Probably, not by the interest of the “Occupy Movement” – but, that of corporate profit to suck and bilk hardworking Americans and tourists out of their wallets and bank accounts for such simple condiments items that have long been free to consumers, who do business with just eateries in America.
Of course – they say, “We are free to do as we please and sell as we please and we have a right to refuse service to anyone who we please,” they say.
But, when the customer gets charged for an out of pocket expense, it becomes a burden on those who have to dwell for their hard earn cash that may be needed elsewhere.
It’s called – “bilking the money.” I’m am told by the Assistant Manager of the restaurant, “that they have always been charging for such little condiment items to customers,” she said. The statement made me give back the item I had wanted to use for my fries and simply told her, “in all the years, I’ve been coming here, I have never been charged for such items,” I said. Why charge for simple things as this is beyond my disbelief and why such companies as Burger King would go to such lengths to expand their profit expenditures and more.
Greed is an evil word, bilking money from the consumer is a sin – plain and simple. Sooner or later, such items will be enforced into their price of one’s meal and things will be more costly and profitable for such fast food chains, but, in the long run, many would lose out on their customer base for other chains that make it simple and clean and aren’t following the golden rule of corporate greed.
BK may have just lost another valuable customer – perhaps, I’m in settlement for a better deal for my money at my girlfriend’s place of work, two blocks down the street. BK sounds so wickedly insane to be charging for such condiment items, when the economy is showing some gain and speed in regaining its strength.
What should, I write about tonight at this wicked hour of the night? At least, I ain’t cooking any beef stew in the crockpot – Well, the bad news is, I can’t find the damn thing (crockpot) at this wicked hour of the night! “Shit!” Some cook huh? Go figures, its time to put the blame on ole grand piano of strawberry jam.
“Jam?” That’s what, I said, Sherlock – “Jam.” Anything you want to say about it? Good…! Keep it that way and stop pointing the stupid nozzle at me! Yes, I can see that your “armed and dangerous!” – with a hose literally.
So much for washed up firefighters looking to play fireman with a hose at this time of the night, but, the timing of things in this town is pretty much washed up for this time of the night – dead in the heat of the night! “No, not that movie you ugly bearded bastard! – You think you can rhyme the chime with Olive Garden, huh?” Well, go figures, it’s almost 2:30 in the morning and you want me to do an impromptu Italian fiesta dance? Not a chance Sherlock!
I’m saving the last dance for the pretty lady here and a shoulder for her to sleep on and “no you can’t borrow it either!” – only thing is, “I’ll be needing the shoulder back in about the next twenty or thirty years or so, than, we’ll talk about hammering it out as old wash up’s!”
“Wash up’s huh?” Go figures it’s the reality of life – we get that way once in a while. But, it doesn’t happen very often. Neither does Jerry Seinfeld. That would make some sensible sense – at least he’s not washed up yet as a comedian, perhaps he can learn from a nimrod like David Letterman.
At least it wasn’t this bad? Right? Go figures.