Under the Sea

I don’t post about my dreams all that often because I rarely remember them.  And even when I do, they tend to be inconsequential and boring.

But last night I had the most cinematic dream that I think I’ve ever had.

I had a friend.  I don’t think he was one of my real friends, but in my dream he was as real as they were.  He was an acting agent, but he had no clients.  He obviously wasn’t very good at his job.

He had just bought a beachfront resort with the hope of enticing some actors to join his agency so that they could stay at the resort for free.  I thought it was a crazy idea, but he bought it anyway — without ever having seen it.

Excited about his new prospects, I joined him at a Volcano party (yes, a party at the base of a volcano) where there would be lots of actors that he could mingle with.

I watched him talk to Tom Cruise, Will Smith and various other actors.  They were all super excited because there was another agency which owned a resort so they had joined that other agency.  My friend was fired up about this because that proved that it was the latest craze.

Finally, after an evening of failed contacts my friend talked to and convinced Matthew McConaughey to join his agency.  My friend was stoked until it dawned on him that he had never actually been to the resort he had promised.

So we hopped on a prop plane to go see this resort, and get it ready for his first client.  We were almost there when the plane had engine trouble; the prop stalled.

There was a crash into a river.  The pilot was dead.  It was just me, my friend, and my friend’s assistant, floating down the river hanging on to plane parts just trying to stay alive.

After what seemed like days of floating, the river dumped us out into the ocean.  Looking around, we saw a huge shining golden castle in the distance.

Because it was a dream, it made more sense for us to swim to this castle than the shore and that’s what we did.  But when we got there, we realized there were no doors or windows.  There was no way into the castle.

But then my friend’s assistant got an idea.  She would swim down under the castle and see if there was a way in.  I was hesitant, so I stayed at the surface while my friend and his assistant tried it.

They were gone for 10, 15, 20 minutes as I monitored from the GPS tracking device I magically had with me.  They were directly under the castle, so I had to assume they had found a pocket of air at the very least.

I headed down and was surprised to see an opening leading into a giant ballroom.  The GPS said they were in there so I swam towards it.  As I moved into the ballroom, I passed through a barrier and suddenly I could breath and walk.

I followed the GPS to my friends and found them held captive by merpeople, not unlike the Naga from Warcraft.  They spoke to us only telepathically.

They explained that it was unfortunate that we had found their castle and that although they wished us no harm, they could never let us leave.  If the mainlanders found them, then they would surely be hunted and killed.

Weeks passed as we adjusted to our new home until one day my friend came across a submarine.  It had apparently belonged to people who had found the castle previously.  We both worried about what that meant for our eventual fate.

The three of us finally resolved to steal the submarine and make a break for it, and we did so.  The submarine of my dreams skimmed the top of the water rapidly on its way to the shore.

On the trip to the shore we noticed a huge government installation in the distance and we all silently seemed to agree that the merpeople had been created by the government.

As we closed in on the shore, the submarine began to rumble as it was pulled underwater by an unseen force and dragged back towards the golden castle.  We were scared.

Then it tore at our minds, “WE TOLD YOU NOT TO LEAVE!”  The pain was unbearable as their voices echoed in our skulls.  We had angered them.

And then I woke up.  Anyone wanna produce this as a movie?