dream
I had a wonderful dream last night.
It was before you were born. before the war, but war was on the horizon. John Lithgow played a prominent member of the government of a small peaceful country. He was at a conference with governmental figures from throughout the continent, in a beautiful, luxurious hotel, where everything was gilded and flowing. Everyone was wonderful, happy, and social, but beneath it, John Lithgow saw evidence of betrayal everywhere. His wife, played by Salma Hayek, kept expressing concern that he was becoming increasingly paranoid, and should enjoy himself and enjoy her. But John Lithgow suspected her too.
Christopher Lloyd played a leader of a competing party in the small peaceful nation. John Lithgow had had the national treasures removed from museums, and put somewhere safe. Christopher Lloyd heard a rumor that they had been placed on a truck and were constantly on the move so that no one could find them. "Madness." he said, knowing of the paranoia of John Lithgow.
That night Christopher Lloyd dreamed of the truck. It was a flat bed truck, and the cab of the truck had no roof, so everything was open to the elements, with all the treasures piled up on the truck inside of beautiful furniture and driving through beautiful rolling countryside. All the furniture had leg skirts which blew in the wind. The truck was driven by an old pudgy peasant man who seemed to have been born smiling and never stopped. The treasurers were tended by his daughter, a beautiful happy woman in her late twenties. Christopher Lloyd was very concerned for the safety of it all, but the father and daughter laughed gleefully. The beautiful daughter said, "Can't you hear the music?" and then Christopher Lloyd woke up, back at the hotel, and continuing with the conference.
That night Christopher Lloyd dreamed again, and the truck was piled even hire, and the leg skirts on the furniture were longer and blowing more wildly. The old man said, shouting over the ever-present wind from the road, "Wherever we go, people bring us their treasure to keep it safe." The beautiful daughter had taken the treasure and was playing it to make music. Christopher Lloyd asked, shouting, how she was doing that. and she asked him, "Can't you make music? You must learn to make music."
The next night he dreamed again, the truck was piled even higher, and was determined to make music. He lifted a piece of furniture, and removed a cylindrical piece which he then fastened loosely to a crown which vibrated, creating an amplified hum from the wind ripping through it, which became part of the symphony of the treasure, and he smiled, like the other two were smiling in his dream.
The next night, the truck was piled incredibly high, and the leg skirts were flowing impossibly long. They swung across the leg skirts from one part of the treasure to another, and adjusted the treasure to play the most glorious music.
Christopher Lloyd awoke determined to do whatever he could to protect the treasure, and he went to John Lithgow who by now was completely lost in his own paranoia, and killed Christopher Lloyd believing him a spy. His dying words were, "This is good. I knew too much." Salma Hayek sees this, and has her husband taken away for murder. We then see her with a representative of the enemy, and a glimpse of a possibility that she could have actually been in on this .
The dream ended in a small village, in an unassuming house, where there lived a pudgy peasant and his beautiful daughter, and under their house was a bunker filled with treasure.
The whole thing was so beautiful. The countryside, all the treasures inside all the beautiful furniture, the joy of the father and daughter who took it on the road to preserve it, the hotel. Everything was so lavish and all the colors were so vivid. And the energy and exhilaration of the driving scenes, with the rush of the wind creating such amazing sounds as it rushed over the textures of the treasures, which swayed as the truck rushed around the ever-curving road, and they squealed with glee, and she ran around on the load of treasure like her own personal playground. And the intrigue as John Lithgow declined into paranoia. Were people really plotting, or was it just a delusion. Was someone drugging him to distort his ability to be rational. Was he suffering from a neurological disorder.
It was before you were born. before the war, but war was on the horizon. John Lithgow played a prominent member of the government of a small peaceful country. He was at a conference with governmental figures from throughout the continent, in a beautiful, luxurious hotel, where everything was gilded and flowing. Everyone was wonderful, happy, and social, but beneath it, John Lithgow saw evidence of betrayal everywhere. His wife, played by Salma Hayek, kept expressing concern that he was becoming increasingly paranoid, and should enjoy himself and enjoy her. But John Lithgow suspected her too.
Christopher Lloyd played a leader of a competing party in the small peaceful nation. John Lithgow had had the national treasures removed from museums, and put somewhere safe. Christopher Lloyd heard a rumor that they had been placed on a truck and were constantly on the move so that no one could find them. "Madness." he said, knowing of the paranoia of John Lithgow.
That night Christopher Lloyd dreamed of the truck. It was a flat bed truck, and the cab of the truck had no roof, so everything was open to the elements, with all the treasures piled up on the truck inside of beautiful furniture and driving through beautiful rolling countryside. All the furniture had leg skirts which blew in the wind. The truck was driven by an old pudgy peasant man who seemed to have been born smiling and never stopped. The treasurers were tended by his daughter, a beautiful happy woman in her late twenties. Christopher Lloyd was very concerned for the safety of it all, but the father and daughter laughed gleefully. The beautiful daughter said, "Can't you hear the music?" and then Christopher Lloyd woke up, back at the hotel, and continuing with the conference.
That night Christopher Lloyd dreamed again, and the truck was piled even hire, and the leg skirts on the furniture were longer and blowing more wildly. The old man said, shouting over the ever-present wind from the road, "Wherever we go, people bring us their treasure to keep it safe." The beautiful daughter had taken the treasure and was playing it to make music. Christopher Lloyd asked, shouting, how she was doing that. and she asked him, "Can't you make music? You must learn to make music."
The next night he dreamed again, the truck was piled even higher, and was determined to make music. He lifted a piece of furniture, and removed a cylindrical piece which he then fastened loosely to a crown which vibrated, creating an amplified hum from the wind ripping through it, which became part of the symphony of the treasure, and he smiled, like the other two were smiling in his dream.
The next night, the truck was piled incredibly high, and the leg skirts were flowing impossibly long. They swung across the leg skirts from one part of the treasure to another, and adjusted the treasure to play the most glorious music.
Christopher Lloyd awoke determined to do whatever he could to protect the treasure, and he went to John Lithgow who by now was completely lost in his own paranoia, and killed Christopher Lloyd believing him a spy. His dying words were, "This is good. I knew too much." Salma Hayek sees this, and has her husband taken away for murder. We then see her with a representative of the enemy, and a glimpse of a possibility that she could have actually been in on this .
The dream ended in a small village, in an unassuming house, where there lived a pudgy peasant and his beautiful daughter, and under their house was a bunker filled with treasure.
The whole thing was so beautiful. The countryside, all the treasures inside all the beautiful furniture, the joy of the father and daughter who took it on the road to preserve it, the hotel. Everything was so lavish and all the colors were so vivid. And the energy and exhilaration of the driving scenes, with the rush of the wind creating such amazing sounds as it rushed over the textures of the treasures, which swayed as the truck rushed around the ever-curving road, and they squealed with glee, and she ran around on the load of treasure like her own personal playground. And the intrigue as John Lithgow declined into paranoia. Were people really plotting, or was it just a delusion. Was someone drugging him to distort his ability to be rational. Was he suffering from a neurological disorder.