Tuesday, November 08, 2011

NaBloWriMo #8: Sorry about this

Yeah, its yet another post about yet another dream. (Hence the title . . . ) But this was a recurring dream. When I woke up from it this morning, I was happy because I enjoy this dream. But I was also perplexed a bit because I was convinced that this dream is actually a remembrance of a movie that I've seen at some time in the past.
But I don't really think that is true  because I can't recall the name of the film and I wouldn't be able to figure out how to search for the film. And most importantly of all, the "film" is so full of cliches and movie tropes that no one but Brett Ratner would willing spend money to make it.

In the dream, the main character is a freshman or a sophmore or something. (Let's just say he's in high school.) And he's in the high school marching band. He and all of this friends are in the band and they all live together in a sprawling, Spielbergian suburb with one continuous lawn and sidewalk . . . no fences you see. Everyone knows everyone.

Credit: www.architecturefoundation.ie

The central conflict of the dream/possible mystery movie is very similar to the story that drove the 1985 classic The Goonies. The kids in this suburb are facing encroachment from an adult, or an adult that represents some sinister corporation for some reason (details are sketchy in my dream, sorry). And the only way for the kids to fight off the adult plans of the adult are to engage in a . . . you guessed it . . . MARCHING BAND COMPETITION!
So, the kids team up and practice, practice, practice. And they're good. Sure, they were sort of good in school, but now their marching for their homes. And they commit like they've never committed before. The toes are pointed, the horn angles are high, the notes are pure. They are ready to go.

But when the competition begins, they find that they must defeat a ringer marching band (maybe something like The Cadets drum corps or something improbable like that. And . . . they seem to have pulled it off in the end! They performed the most amazing show they could ever do. And the crowd is really pulling for them and everyone just knows that the ragtag group of kids is going to win . . . until they don't. The judges scoring puts them in second place. And they are going to have to give up their homes.

Sad right? But at the very end of the dream, the ringleader of the band, the main kid in the story, he is feeling dejected and sad that he has failed. But the girl he's liked for years (but never had the courage to talk to) comes up and put her arm around him. She tells him she's proud of him and the hard work they did. They walk downstairs into the basement . . . aaaaand scene!

Sadly revealing, no?

Yeah, I've seen way too many 80s movies of this ilk. And I had a low opinion of myself back then. But, at least I inserted the plot twist where the kids DON'T win in the end!

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