As it begins, the two friends catch up on current events and eventually are silent and engaged with the film. Beautiful flowers turning into haunting monsters, the movie tells the story of a young fatherless boy who turns into an overworked, over drugged rock star who is so stress out and miserable he feels he cannot go on.
Although the two young men held positive lives that were for the most part completely smooth besides a few hiccups that any normal life would have, they began to feel as they could relate to the rock star and became overwhelmed with the film. Soon they slipped into the world around them began to dissolve into darkness and the film became more a much more realistic point of interest until finally the “fictional film” turned into a very real reality.
They began there journey in an oblivion of colorful lights spinning erratically and then slowed to show different past memories in the their lives. They saw the beginning, the end, and everything in-between. In the most chaotic time in the young men’s lives, they had clarity normally unimaginable. Things finally made sense to them and they soon realized some things they have always thought to be truth, were in fact lies of corruption and greed.
After what seemed to be hours later the young men come back to the living room where they began the journey. They stumble over their words trying to explain the experience, but no words could explain what they had experienced. The wondered if the world they had entered was real, it had to be. Nothing so intense and graphic could be a dream. They were amazed by the events that had occurred and stopped paying attention to there surroundings.
One of the young men, Joseph, was an intelligent resident of the urban community. He was 19 years old and enjoyed life to the fullest. The other was his close friend Rich, 18 from a close suburb. Rich almost didn’t even notice Joseph wondering out of the basement-style room. Joseph found himself in the up-stairs bathroom painting diamond designs around his eyes. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was doing this but just going with the flow of things soon he appeared to be a mad-hatter of sorts. He soon drifted into the innuendo and entered the mysterious world of Wonderland. For what seemed to be hours he tried to escape the “rabbit hole” hallway that never gave him trouble before. Around every corner he found an adventure. He battled demons and stopped an evil villain from taking over the world. He laughed, he cried, he even died for a brief moment, then attended his own funeral. And rose again because the bad guy never wins.
Meanwhile, just feet below in the basement-style room, Rich was in his own world of brilliant colors. He meditated and began to float. The all-mighty being appeared to him and shared many of life’s secrets. He told him he was the chosen one. The one who will deliver a message to millions. A message of hope for those who will listen and a warning to those who will not. He realized that all matter is merely energy condensed into a slow vibration, that we are all of one consciousness. That subjectively there is no such thing as death life is only a dream and we are just an imagination of ourselves. For once in his dull, ordinary life, he felt as if he possessed something special. He realized once he lost his ego, all of insecurities seemed to dissolve away. He laid back and chuckled at this ironic discovery.
As the night drifted into the calm oblivion, the boys analyzed there lives. They talked about what their opinion on themselves were, where there life was going, and future goals and hopes. They truly understood each other and grew even closer as friends. They took the time to pause a brief moment and life and think about what was truly important to them and emphasized there passions of the past present and future. They laid on the grassy front yard and enjoyed the warm summer air. Listening to soothing music and gazing into the infinite star filled sky, they drifted off into a utopias state and ended a coherent idea of dictatorship. END~
(Sources: Tool, the infanite power of the brain)
The only problem I have noticed about the newlyweds, is Dave's lack of Irish in his family tree...
(Matt being sassy with his possie.)
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