Well i was sleeping..... Then....POOF "Where am i?"....Then.... I'm in a dream.... Lets have some fun. I ran around and then someone i dont know....I walk up to him/her (I forget which gender.) *Point* "dissapear" POOF! They're gone. So... "I wanna be an actor!" *Poof* I am now in a Leather jacket and shades with long hair....Again with the Then i made a mistake..... *Wake up* me:NOOO!!! Thats what happened!
Morning of August 12, 2005. Friday. They are remaking the Disney movie “The Shaggy D.A.” and I am to hold the starring role. It seems like a genuine moneymaking endeavor at first. Instead, it becomes a session in experiencing loss. In my role as a dog in the studio and various takes, I seemingly become more isolated and out of touch with who I was meant to be (relative to my waking life, though I am not lucid). My wife is present but I still feel I am not where I should be since I must be “perfect” in my role for the movie and not be myself at all. She stands with her hands together and is not part of the filming scenario. Pretending to be a dog (and sometimes actually seeming to be a dog) in my role is amusing at first and I even pretend to be a disobedient dog and wreck some of the sets and require a larger number of takes to get a scene right. I also get annoyed with having to hold a large piece of white wool carpeting over my head at times, which cuts down on my ability to maneuver and sometimes blocks my vision. The producers become frustrated with me yet I am not fired. When I discover someone else plays me as a human, I become myself again and punch them in the face numerous times. I do not think the movie will be completed…
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