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Fade in.
After viewing photos of my
cousin with his wife and
sons at Sardi's in the
Theater District in
Manhattan, along with some
self-help affirmations and
political jokes, I went on
my jog in Central Park.
Suddenly, I realized
that I had lost my keys. I
retraced my steps,
constantly scanning the
ground in an attempt to
find them. Looking down on
the
place, I spotted a
red line leading away from
a shrub. I approached it
and encountered something
horrific. Like a scene
from Law and Order, behind
the shrub lay the lifeless
body of a woman. I quickly
retrieved my glasses and
took a closer look. To my
shock, it was Laura
Kramer, the renowned
Victoria's Secret
angel. Fade.
A strong light on my face
woke me up. I was lying on
a surgical table with some
people looking at me.
Then, one of them, maybe
the lead doctor, said to
me, "If you want to
change your story, you can
choose another
writer."
Next, two beautiful nurses
started to dance with
repetitions in their
movements. Soon, the
doctor, the man in charge,
approached me and said,
"It happens that any
writer could save
you!" To which one of
the nurses replied,
"Fascism won! The
world, at that moment, had
an order." Then,
another nurse came close
to my ear and whispered,
"The polarization is
over!"
So, John Travolta, as
Vincent Vega from Pulp
Fiction, entered the room
and began looking in all
directions as if he were
searching for something.
The doctor and the nurse
dancers rushed to him
euphorically. I seized the
opportunity to escape
without being interrogated
by a motivational coach
who went like this:
"The power is inside
you, but the powerful men
are against you. You have
to dive into your
mediocrity to understand
the reason for emotion and
rational emotion." I
pushed this madman and
started running. Suddenly,
the alarm blared, and I
kept running away from
there. Fade.
Soon, I reached the
street. Cut to my
apartment, where I picked
up some milk and grabbed a
gourmet cookie I had made
from a recipe. However,
just as I was about to
enjoy them, I was
interrupted by a knock on
the window. Confused, I
opened the window and saw
a man in a blue uniform
with a mask that had slits
for eyes. The man said,
"I'm the
Callman!" Scared to
death, I asked, "Call
what?" The man
quickly replied,
"Callman, the
superhero who is ready to
take care of boys and
girls who have strange
dreams." Still
incredulous, I asked,
"Am I dreaming?"
Callman responded,
"I'm here to save
your dream." The
superhero went on,
"Kid, I'll
protect you against Doctor
Reality. This villain
loves to shatter dreams.
But I'm here to let
you dream. Doctor Reality
will never destroy your
adventure in WWII.
I'll take you to Omaha
Beach, Normandy, on
Tuesday, June 6, 1944,
D-Day. Follow me!"
"It's your
dream." I protested,
"I never wanted to be
in a war!" Then
Callman said, "But
you always watched war
movies. Trust me! It will
be great." With that
matter full of nonsense, I
decided to play along and
asked, "What should I
do?" Callman
responded, "Close
your eyes!" I did,
and a moment later, I
heard Callman say,
"Open your eyes!"
I opened my eyes and found
myself holding a gun,
running toward the beach
alongside other soldiers.
As they reached the beach,
they were attacked by
gunfire and explosions.
Suddenly, I saw someone
who caught my attention
and cried out, "Tom
Hanks?"
At that moment, Callman
called me to enter a
cavern. I hesitated, torn
between staying there to
have a conversation with
the eternal Forrest Gump
or following the hero.
Nevertheless, before I
could make a decision,
Callman punched me and
dragged me into the cave. Fade.
Inside that place, I saw
many couples engaging in
sexual activity: men with
women, men with men, and
women with women. There
was a lot of screaming and
moaning. It was impossible
not to get excited.
Suddenly, two naked men
and two naked women came
running to my side,
shouting, "Get
him!" I started to
run, run, run, like a
defensive player
intercepting the ball and
advancing to score a
touchdown. However, after
crossing the
'goal
line,' I don't
know how to explain, but I
ended up on the stage of
the Met Opera.
There, I discovered that I
was in the first act of
the opera Don Giovanni by
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart,
during the duet 'La ci
darem la mano,' and
suddenly, the baritone
suffered a heart attack
and collapsed on the
ground. Soon chaos took
over the place: lights
flickered on, people were
shocked, a man shouted
from the audience, "I
am a doctor!" It was
the same doctor from the
dancing nurses. Dissolve to.
Before things could get
worse, thankfully, I found
my keys in my mind –
which I had lost in
Central Park. I shut off
my MacBook, cleared my
head, and went to read the
book, 'The Secret Life
of Walter Mitty' by
James Thurber, in the hope
of finding a bit of
reality. Fade to black.
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