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The kid is having wet dreams. He’s dreaming of a girl that he’d love to meet. He’s dreaming of a girl that he’d love to see. But is it just a dream or is it memories? Is he thinking about a girl that he’d once seen? Freeze. He draws his eyes up to the sky. Looks around, tilts his head back, and closes his eyes. Could it have been ‘her’ Painted Black Thighs? The camera pans up slowly, but she’s in disguise. Why? He sits up; he can’t fall asleep. For he knows the subtle difference between a dream and a memory. He’s picturing that girl that he’d love to see, but then he asks himself the question “dream or just a memory?” Sigh. His head falls back; he rubs his eyes. His body is in constant plot against the plot of time, so he sits up rocking back and forth and begs the sun to rise. Two heavy weights gain jurisdiction of his eyes. He tumbles slowly out his bed. Does she live in reality or is she in his head?
Just Some Thoughts... 