I am marching single file with a platoon of soldiers. We are on our way to a military operation. We reach a precariously teetering building made of plush foam and velour. We scale its soft facade, clawing into the sides, and vault into a 3rd story office room, where we immediately launch into our primary mission, which is to write a screenplay. A storm is approaching.Over evening cocktails, I describe to my friends the adventures I’ve had that afternoon in a rented hovercraft.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #3
The Soldiers
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