Chapter 752 Dream Interpretation
Charlie Kaufman felt trapped.
Charlie likes to study dreams. The inspiration for "Puppet Life" and "Adapted Script" came from his own dreams, which became sparks of inspiration after deconstruction.
But this time, it’s different.
Charlie could not understand the dream. He tried sharing it with his friends, talking to a psychiatrist, and discussing it with other screenwriters, but he still had no clue.
Moreover, the dream never stopped, repeating itself for two consecutive weeks. For the first time, Charlie realized that this dream was tormenting him.
However, he was at a loss what to do, and concomitantly, the script creation work was not going smoothly because his poor sleep quality left him in a state of anxiety.
Originally, he had decided to miss the Golden Globe Awards ceremony at the last moment because his mental state was really bad, but his agent thought that he should leave the room to breathe some fresh air and stop locking himself in the room. Like the screenwriter in “The Shining” who drove himself crazy.
After thinking about it, he agreed.
Unexpectedly, standing in this passage, I fell into a trance again. The fragments of dreams surged in my mind again, and I couldn't help but stop.
Sharing his dreams with a stranger was not in Charlie's plan -
This is Hollywood, there are no secrets in Hollywood, he should not share any private things with strangers, even friends. Need to be careful.
But.
The sense of desperation lingers. When facing strangers, some words are simpler, and there is no need to continue to maintain one's image.
The words came out much more easily and naturally than imagined.
"It was a little blurry at first. When I came to my senses, I realized I was in a dirty motel."
"I had nothing on me."
After Charlie finished speaking, he noticed that Anson raised his eyes upward.
Charlie didn’t understand.
Anson noticed Charlie's eyes, "I don't want to create any imagination."
On the contrary, Charlie was very calm, "But you need to have a picture."
"I only need key information." Anson insisted.
Charlie nodded, "Okay, you're right. That's not the point. Then, the sound of the shower in the bathroom stopped, and then a man walked out of the bathroom..." Take a deep breath, "Man .”
Anson paused, if he remembered correctly, Charlie was married and had a daughter.
So, now?
Anson looked at Charlie without speaking, but just asked with his eyes.
Charlie immediately understood the meaning of his eyes, "Okay, okay, just order it."
Anson blinked, "Are you talking to me, or to the dream? What did the man say?"
Charlie tasted the ridicule in Anson's words and raised his lips, "Ha. Ha."
Anson shrugged lightly, "Even if it is. It doesn’t matter, it’s the 21st century, who cares, and it’s still Hollywood. You should face yourself and accept who you are.”
After saying that, Anson clenched his fist and waved it.
This small interruption allowed Charlie's tense nerves to relax a little, and his expression and tone relaxed, "Please, if the dream was that simple and could be interpreted directly from the surface, I wouldn't need a psychiatrist. "
Anson nodded, "Yes, but even from the surface, this matter is very interesting."
The corners of his mouth raised.
This time, Anson couldn't control himself and almost laughed out loud.
Charlie laughed dryly and said, "Ha. Ha." Then he got to the point, "This obviously needs to be explained by Jungianism."
Jungianism believes that dreams are unconscious The spontaneous, undistorted product of the mind.
"The suggestive scenes in the dream are purely to highlight the deep-seated contradictions that have nothing to do with sex." Charlie threw out a bunch of academic terms without explaining them, regardless of whether Anson could follow them. Rhythm.
Same as his script. Anson was about to speak when a greeting came from behind, "Hey, Charlie."
Within a second, Charlie's back and shoulders stiffened, "Anthony?"
What appeared in front of him at this time was Anthony-Bregman, an independent film producer His most famous work is Ang Lee's "The Ice Storm". He is good friends with Charlie Kaufman and Michel Gondry.
Unsurprisingly, Anthony should be the producer of "Nuan Nuan Inner Light".
Anthony Bregman passed by with his wife, with a smile that could not be hidden in his voice, "Charlie, are you still worried about that dream about me? Please, it's just a dream. ”
Poof.
Anson almost choked on his own saliva.
Charlie pursed her lips tightly and refused to turn around, almost squeezing out words from between her teeth, "Anthony, enough of being clever, you should go inside. There is a large group of guests waiting to hear your jokes. "Yeah."
"Haha, of course, of course!" Anthony's laughter has a teasing effect, "Well, see you later, don't wait to see you in my dream tonight."
Not only Anthony, but his wife also said hello with a smile, "Charlie, see you later. Oh, that's Anson!"
Surprised, Charlie immediately cut it off simply and roughly, "No. He is not.”
Anson exchanged glances with the lady, responded with a polite smile, and pointed in the direction of the banquet hall. The lady immediately understood and made an OK gesture, and then continued to walk inside with Anthony with a smile on her face.
Anson looked back, "Oh, God."
Charlie's eyes widened, "Stop associating images. Didn't you just say you don't want to create images?"
Anson raised his hands in surrender, "I didn't. But the point is, you blushed."
Charlie, "I didn't."
Anson, "The ears are red too."
Charlie: ..."Grass."
It was a rare sight to see Charlie lose his temper. Anson did not laugh, but suppressed his smile and looked serious. expression, "Excuse me, did cigars, bananas, daggers, etc. appear in your dreams?"
Charlie's breath was stuck in his throat, "Please, I'm forty-four years old. If so, the incubation period is too long, and it’s not the Titanic at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.”
Anson was having a hard time holding back his laughter.
Charlie was still frowning, "I'm stuck here. I can't find a reasonable explanation. My psychiatrist is a waste."
Anson, "Otherwise, you want to find another psychiatrist?"
Charlie glanced at Anson and looked Anson up and down calmly, "Didn't you notice that I have desperately tried different things?"
"Oh." Anson sighed. , he should be the desperate attempt; so Charlie doesn’t want to enter the banquet hall, does he also mean to avoid Anthony?
Anson thought for a while, "Since there are no clues, maybe you can try free association."
Free association is to associate one thing to another without any restrictions, seeking subconscious connections.
In fact, not only psychiatrists but also screenwriters often conduct such training -
But it is very basic.
For a screenwriter like Charlie with wild ideas, it may even be too basic. If you don’t pay attention, you may end up in another universe.
Charlie slumped his shoulders, looking a little weak, "Really? Are you sure this is the best way?"
Anson curled his lips and said, "Not necessarily."
Then... there was no more.
Charlie looked at Anson speechlessly and let out a long breath, but in the end he did not continue to refute. He just looked into Anson's eyes quietly and waited for the next step.
Anson, "Can you recall the details in the motel? What is the first object that comes to your mind now or that you saw when you opened your eyes in the dream?"
(End of chapter)