26.2.06

Chick Flick Dreams

Last night, I had a dream that I was the star of a chick flick. Everyone in the movie was white. I think I may have been white too. I can’t say for sure because I was seeing it through my eyes.

The movie was about this girl who can’t make up her mind between two guys. There’s the one guy who is the good guy. He loved her with all his heart, but eventually, he got tired of the way she treated him. It was at this time that my character falls in love with him. However, it’s way too late because he asked the perfect, goody two shoes blonde, to marry him.

Then there was the other guy who has financial promise, but he’s sort of an ass and not as handsome. He proposes to my character, and she says no, but he tells her to keep the ring and think about it.

At the end of the movie, my character is at the wedding of the guy she loves and the perfect woman. At the wedding reception, the younger sister of either the girl is shooting hoops in her bridesmaid dress and everyone is shouting, “Go Squirrel!”

My character is eating a piece of pie feeling sorry for herself. Someone sets on fire the binder that contains all of the secrets of these girls (there was like four of them). The perfect girl, who’s wearing a simple cotton dress for a wedding dress, says she needs to get some joints out of her purse to burn in the fire. One of the other girls is watching my character eat the pie and says, “I loved him too.”

And the other character, who sort of looks like the lesbian friend on Roseann, is saying that she’s hoping to get transferred to Virginia (she’s a teacher), but the school secretary won’t let her.

At this point, I woke up, but fell back asleep and the dream continued.

Before the final credits start running, there are those freeze shot scenes that tell you what happens after the action. There’s a song in the background, but I can’t remember what it is. Anyway, lover boy and perfect girl end up happily ever after. Squirrel makes the basketball team, becomes some sort of All Star player. The chick that wants to move to Virginia doesn’t. And my character, she ends up with the ass.

I wake up again and force myself back to sleep. I want to change the ending.

The chick that was in love with lover boy ends up with the ass.

This is where the dream ends. I couldn’t break apart the perfect couple because somehow, it would ruin it. It would be too much like every other chick flick. And so, I’ve decided, I should never attempt to write a chick flick.

6 comments:

eV said...

Good conclusion! JP Interesting blog

Cracked Chancla said...

haha. i've had movie dreams before. they are sort of weird especially when you find yourself dreaming about movie credits.

Ktrion said...

That's a cool dream!

I really enjoyed reading the screenplay!

When I have movie dreams, they are usually a) musicals, b) action adventure à la James Bond or c) both a and b.

cindylu said...

That sounds so much better than my most recent dream I remembered (about a shooting in my neighborhood near my parent's house... yikes!).

It seems a lot like My Best Friend's Wedding. Maybe it can be a Chicana chick flick.

:D

La Brown Girl said...

cc-that is nuts. I could see the movie screen so clearly at the end.

Ktrion-I have dreams about horror movies too. I can't decide which one is worse.

Cindylu-That's how I was going to describe it, but somehow, it didn't work in the end. A Chicana Chick Flick a la Hollywood.

rabfish said...

wow. intense dream