EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
A grey day out on a major highway. It seems to be early morning, perhaps the sun hasn't risen, or perhaps it is midday but it is hidden behind some clouds. The highway is not crowded at all. We see a car - an old, beat up Jeep, maybe '93 or '94 - driving along the road. As it nears us, we realize that there is no driver. However, the car continues to move along the highway, around curves, with no problem at all. But there is very clearly no driver at the wheel, nor is there anyone else in the car. As this occurs, we hear:
JOSH (VO)
Do you ever get that feeling where, you see something off in the distance, and it looks like a person, but then as you start to approach it, you realize that it's not a person at all? I mean, from afar, there's no doubt, your mind is seeing all these objects at once and the mind has to make sense of them somehow, so it turns them into a person, the shape of a person.
EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS - DAY
The same Jeep sits at a red light.
JOSH (VO)
But eventually, your mind can't have things the way it wants it anymore, you get close enough to this "person," and you realize its not a person at all, even though that's what your mind would have had you believe. It's a bunch of random objects assembled in such a manner, in such correlating planes, as to be able to be mistaken for a person. It's not even your mind's fault. It was just doing what it's supposed to do, which is - make sense of the objects in the world around us.
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT
A local mom-and-pop drugstore, nothing fancy. It is night and the store is clearly closed, but the sign on the door reads "OPEN."
JOSH (VO)
To not understand it, the world we live in - that's a dangerous thing. For us.
INT. JEEP - DAY
Inside the Jeep from earlier, only now we see a young man in the passenger seat - Josh, mid to late 20s, maybe 27. He speaks to SAMANTHA, sitting in the driver's seat, but we never see her, we only hear her. The car drives around New York City.
JOSH
I had a dream about us.
Long pause. Lots of honks, blaring noises, etc. We realize that the car is trying to go through Times Square, but there is much traffic.
JOSH
Why do you think they make these cars so big? They don't need to be this big. There's so much space.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE - DAY
An out of focus shot of Times Square. The neon lights glow and take over the frame. The frame slowly racks into focus, and then back out again.
SAMANTHA (OS)
What happened in the dream?
EXT. BEACH - DAY
A completely empty beach, beauty day, great sand, blue water, etc.
JOSH (VO)
I dreamt that we were in a port town in South Africa, on the beach. We were in a little restaurant, simple, just a straw roof, something beautiful like that. It was a great day. We were together again.
Some MUSIC - maybe Joan of Arc - swells in.
JOSH (VO)
Some German tourists were sitting nearby us, and we spoke with them. It was the first time they'd ever been south of the equator. We laughed and told them it was the first time we'd been east of the Atlantic.
CUT TO:
ECU - GRAINS OF SAND
JOSH (VO)
Then the waitress brought us our drinks. We had yellow root tea. You told me I was drinking it too fast, I needed to slow down. I said okay.
INT. JOSH'S APARTMENT - DAY
Josh sits in the corner of his dingy, small apartment. Cracked wallpaper behind him. He sits on the floor. He is speaking into a large portable phone.
JOSH
But then I realized, that I've never been to South Africa. I have no idea what a port town might look like. And I don't know how to speak German. And yellow root tea doesn't exist.
INSERTS - CINDY SHERMAN PHOTOGRAPHS
Inserts of various late period Cindy Sherman photos - photos of prosthetics, appendages, dolls made up to look like her - but no photos of actual people.
JOSH (VO)
Everything just...vanished. Just like that.
EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
The Jeep drives by itself again.
JOSH (VO)
Just like that.
A grey day out on a major highway. It seems to be early morning, perhaps the sun hasn't risen, or perhaps it is midday but it is hidden behind some clouds. The highway is not crowded at all. We see a car - an old, beat up Jeep, maybe '93 or '94 - driving along the road. As it nears us, we realize that there is no driver. However, the car continues to move along the highway, around curves, with no problem at all. But there is very clearly no driver at the wheel, nor is there anyone else in the car. As this occurs, we hear:
JOSH (VO)
Do you ever get that feeling where, you see something off in the distance, and it looks like a person, but then as you start to approach it, you realize that it's not a person at all? I mean, from afar, there's no doubt, your mind is seeing all these objects at once and the mind has to make sense of them somehow, so it turns them into a person, the shape of a person.
EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS - DAY
The same Jeep sits at a red light.
JOSH (VO)
But eventually, your mind can't have things the way it wants it anymore, you get close enough to this "person," and you realize its not a person at all, even though that's what your mind would have had you believe. It's a bunch of random objects assembled in such a manner, in such correlating planes, as to be able to be mistaken for a person. It's not even your mind's fault. It was just doing what it's supposed to do, which is - make sense of the objects in the world around us.
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - NIGHT
A local mom-and-pop drugstore, nothing fancy. It is night and the store is clearly closed, but the sign on the door reads "OPEN."
JOSH (VO)
To not understand it, the world we live in - that's a dangerous thing. For us.
INT. JEEP - DAY
Inside the Jeep from earlier, only now we see a young man in the passenger seat - Josh, mid to late 20s, maybe 27. He speaks to SAMANTHA, sitting in the driver's seat, but we never see her, we only hear her. The car drives around New York City.
JOSH
I had a dream about us.
Long pause. Lots of honks, blaring noises, etc. We realize that the car is trying to go through Times Square, but there is much traffic.
JOSH
Why do you think they make these cars so big? They don't need to be this big. There's so much space.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE - DAY
An out of focus shot of Times Square. The neon lights glow and take over the frame. The frame slowly racks into focus, and then back out again.
SAMANTHA (OS)
What happened in the dream?
EXT. BEACH - DAY
A completely empty beach, beauty day, great sand, blue water, etc.
JOSH (VO)
I dreamt that we were in a port town in South Africa, on the beach. We were in a little restaurant, simple, just a straw roof, something beautiful like that. It was a great day. We were together again.
Some MUSIC - maybe Joan of Arc - swells in.
JOSH (VO)
Some German tourists were sitting nearby us, and we spoke with them. It was the first time they'd ever been south of the equator. We laughed and told them it was the first time we'd been east of the Atlantic.
CUT TO:
ECU - GRAINS OF SAND
JOSH (VO)
Then the waitress brought us our drinks. We had yellow root tea. You told me I was drinking it too fast, I needed to slow down. I said okay.
INT. JOSH'S APARTMENT - DAY
Josh sits in the corner of his dingy, small apartment. Cracked wallpaper behind him. He sits on the floor. He is speaking into a large portable phone.
JOSH
But then I realized, that I've never been to South Africa. I have no idea what a port town might look like. And I don't know how to speak German. And yellow root tea doesn't exist.
INSERTS - CINDY SHERMAN PHOTOGRAPHS
Inserts of various late period Cindy Sherman photos - photos of prosthetics, appendages, dolls made up to look like her - but no photos of actual people.
JOSH (VO)
Everything just...vanished. Just like that.
EXT. HIGHWAY - DAY
The Jeep drives by itself again.
JOSH (VO)
Just like that.
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