The Neurotic.

I had a dream last night, rather had a feeling last night. I was there and it was all I got. It was a school and there were people, ordinary people, talking about food they eat, should eat and how it is that fat comes about at places that doesn’t show in the mirror. There was a movie hall down the corridor. May be it represented an escape door, I don’t know, it was there. I saw a file. I saw me in that file. There it was, for a quick read.
It was a script, with limited role. The best part in the script was about ice creams, the happy part, the rest was about others.
I want to make movies. I want to buy then tickets to my movies. Sit there in dark, watching them and asking me, what do I think.