Scare Case Of Dreams

Above the heavens, frozen flakes parachuted down creating a treacherous scene, hitting the ground one right after another, landing safely, prepared to set a postcard scenic setting with a dangerous reality. Protected by the innocent family friendly picket fence, Madame Star sat behind her typewriter, striking keys. “Elmo, be a Saint,” she requested towards her lifelong partner, “put another log on the fire.”

Peering outside the district’s respected astrologer binged another story telling excursion imagining her favorite aging celebrity surviving a trailer experience trying to stay warm while shooting a romantic comedy, about a single parent dating ‘Beanie The Beltway Clown’, the funniest political act.

“Yes, I play this DC comic who falls in love with an enchanting kid and her school teaching single mother,” Washington breathlessly told the cell phone, before earning a second wind, releasing the communication device from his ear, “hilarious you mentioned it, for the last couple nights I have been having this recurring dream, falling down a flight of stairs, and each episode it is a different one.”

Pushing the red button ending the news worthy interview conversation the affordable hired hand signaled the movie company’s small bed confirming the sleeping arrangement due to an expected early morning call.

Closing his eyes, naturally starting the internal brain wave projector, Washington watched himself leaving the makeup department dressed in a colorful circus outfit costume. “You know what you are supposed to do?” The Director wanted everything straight, then stated production demands, “run across the street, stunt drivers have their choreographed instructions, do not worry its totally safe, enter the comedy club’s glass door, sprint down the staircase and proceed inside the theater where you first met the teacher,”

“Doing shots at the bar?”

“No, Washington,” the Director corrected, “remember page 145 in the script she gets a job on the prestigious theatrical stage, ‘marketing character developing educational programs’ to local schools, you kiss her and credits roll.”

“As we do shots at the bar?”

Stepping away everyone went to their marks and the green light flashed, putting the scene in motion. Washington did exactly what he was told, as did the talent behind the wheels. Opening the door, he jogged a nice brisk run but just like all the other dreams, a nightmarish inserted plot point happened when his foot clipped an unidentified foreign object, and Washington tumbled down the huge staircase ending the fantasy trip.

Sitting up sweating, Washington observed nothing but darkness, “it happened again,” he mumbled grabbing covers, trying to get one more warm moment. “This is just a romantic comedy not a horror film,” he pondered “what could go deathly wrong when spinning a find love, lose it, get it back formula.”

“No one really gets hurt,” he assured himself, finding a few more relaxing minutes.

Soon, gleaming illumination invaded the blinds imitating a spotlight announcing, ‘Washington get to work’. Programed auto pilot activated, the veteran cinema cast member fulfilled all basic moral obligations then took one final step outside, facing clearing conditions following the wintry storm.

Distracted only a minute, his leg caught an unwanted foreign object and returning back to earth evolved into a tragic fall, hitting his head against the camper door.

Passing by Roberta Wegan, playing the picture’s daughter, saw everything and used the event to rehearse, “Oh men,” she hauntingly stared.

Later that day, Madame Star’s radio blared reporting long time legendary thespian Washington Daily died tragically thin ice skating, performing a ‘Beanie The Beltway Clown’ routine, “such a shame,” Madame Star retorted turning the newspaper page.

“Elmo,” she shouted noticing mass commotion occupying the property, “they are here to shovel us out of another snow job, let the kids in, we will give them some nice hot chocolate and arcade money.”