Archive for September, 2013

When the Mist Clears — Treatment

September 26, 2013

Josh Dettmann’s Treatment–Class Version

Astral Projection for Dummies, Robert Janeck

September 24, 2013

“Astral projection for dummies”

By

Robert Janeck

 

  

[Street Address]

  

[City, ST     ZIP Code]

  

[phone]

  

[email]

 

 

FAde In:

The garage.  A standard sized suburban garage, but with a couple of motorcyles, a lot of tools, and some woodworking tools.  A man cave.

 

Norm

So, brother, you do the breathing, and the buttons, and just fall asleep, but with controlled dreams, and you can move around in the locations you are dreaming about.

 

bob

So, it comes out, you actually are listening.  Yup, I can read stuff on the tables, the papers, the grocery list, and I can hear perfectly, conversations, the tv, radion, and rap music.    

Norm

Ain’t that special.

bob

But I am back in the lounge chair in my basement.

Norm goes to the beer fridge, opens two cold ones, and passes an unopened one to Bob.  He takes one out and pours it on a dead piece of grass, and states:

Norm

Any one for our fallen brothers.

Bob

Amen

NOrm

So, if you fell into corporate America, you could get some info, and make a buck or                                                                                                                                   BOB

Don’t know why not, if you have the inherent wisdom to know what you are doing, on the otherhand, if you are a dumb ass, a dumb ass with a phd in smart, is still a dumb ass.  Sometimes you have to be smart enough to do something with what you got.

 

                     NORM                                               

So, why don’t you drop into Microsoft, or Apple and see what the next big thing is going to be, and let me know.  My pension is big enough to keep me from starving, but an few extra dimes would help.  (Drinks long from beer)

And it would allow me to get some better girlfriends.

 

                     BOB

I still don’t know if that is right, or wrong, or if I give a damn.  It could be insider information, but, I could just confess, and say that I overheard it when I had an out of body experience.

 

                     NORM

 

Yeah, add to it that the guys in the mothership told you how to do it.

 

Scene fade as the boys start to put a battery into one of the motorcyles.

 

“Astral Projection for dummies”

By

Robert Janeck

  

[Street Address]

  

[City, ST     ZIP Code]

  

[phone]

  

[email]

 

 

FAde In:

bob’s basement

A basement, not a rec room, not a man cave, a basement full of stuff that should have been thrown out rather than carried downstairs.  A zero gravity lawn chair, a relic from a couple of seasons past, is there, and Bob is standing next to it.  He is wearing black sweat pants, a black sweatshirt, black jersey gloves, and a black knit hat.  A fan is set to blow cool air at Bob, because he is dressed for 50 degree weather.

Bob

So, I am now talking to myself more, but arguing less.  I have taken ½ the dose of the peyote buttons, and am relaxed. 

Bob sits in the chair, and we can see that he is relaxing and settling in.

 

bob

Now I lay me down to sleep, (voice fading)

Bob’s eyes close, and we see his head relax back.  If he was going to be dying, this would be the way it would look.

 

 

 

 

 

 

         

 

 

“astral projection for dummies”

By

Robert Janeck

 

act one, scene 5.

The apartment of the rebecca

A somewhat older apartment, again, looks like a one bedroom.  Clutter, old furniture, dirty dishes by the sink, a lot of old newspapers, and a general air that it is inhabited by someone for whom, domestics duties are a rare and special occasion.  Bob drops into a bedroom, dark, but with a lot of daylight coming through the heavy drapes with shades.  The lump on the bed shows a lot of hair, but could be deceased, or in a coma.  If Bob could smell, there would be the distinctive odor or used Captain.  Slowly, the lump starts to stir, and what would be an attractive face comes alive, but barely.  The night had been rough, and had ended not that many hours ago.  She looks at the clock, and then startled, looks at the corner that Bob is not in and hisses.

Rebecca

I know you are here, I can sense that you are here,  I know that you are here, because I can reverse see that you are in a stinky basement, all dressed in black, you fucking ninja wanna be.  I may not be looking directly at you, but, you are here and you think you are so damn hot, but you are shit.  Your ninja set up tells me all that I need to know.  You are a fucking freshman, a newbie, a level one.  You fucking pervert.  Go away.

She starts getting out of bed,  she is wearing a man’s flannel shirt, well worn, about three sizes too big for her, with a couple of buttons missing.  Her bare legs are well shaped, firm, and indicate a level of physical fitness that her present condition would call a lie.  She moves to the door and passes through to the bathroom.  We hear activity, and then the shower starts.

Don’t you dare come in here, you fucking pervert.  If you do, I will hunt you down and hurt you.  I may to that anyway.  My head hurts.(said loudly, perhaps too loudly)

 

Bob

Oops, I just fell into the lair of the she-bitch.  Time to beat feet.

 

Rebecca

(Walking out of the bathroom.)  Are you still here you asshole?  (looking at the refrigerator) Are you in my fucking fridge?  Get the hell out of my beer!  (she goes to the fridge, and gets out a half-gallon of orange juice.  A couple of deep swigs later she continues her rant.            You think you are so damn smart.  Well, asshole, you are a pleb, a starting grunt, a level one.  I used to be, and I got a mentor, and got smart, I am a level 2.  I can tell you are here, and travel back down your thread and see you, and when I develop some more skills, I will be able to see where you live, and then…..

 

 

 

 

BOB

Shit, psycho bitch can track.

Rebecca

Yup, and when you are a level two, I will be a level three, and I can mess with things in your life, move shit around in your house, and hide stuff.  Then, when you are a three, I will be a four, and I will be able to travel back in time, and mess you up big time,  I can slap your head in the high school hall, pull your shorts down anywhere I want, and hide your money.  When you are a four, I will be a five, and I can go forward in time, and set traps for you.  Damn, I feel like shit, and I am going back to bed. (she goes back into the bedroom, and we can see her drop the towel and crawl back into bed.

Bob is looking visually worried.  He has been caught, and by someone who can come back and haunt him, in the present, soon in the past, and then in the future.  Damn.

Rebecca

Goodnight asshole, go away.

Bob

Goodnight sweet bitch.

 

 

 

 

(Bob returns to his basement and we see him opening his eyes and shaking his head.  He gets out of the chair stiffly, and takes off the sweatshirt, hat, and sweatpants, and he is covered with sweat.)

BOB

God Damn it, I am so fucked.

He picks up the phone, an antique rotary dial phone, and spins the dial 7 times. 

Norm

Master and commander of the Universe

Bob

I just found the anti Christ.  Well, not really, but damn near.  And she is movie star cute, but with the vocabulary of a biker in a hangover, come to think of it, I wonder if she has a bike?

Norm

Why don’t you come over to Uncle Norm’s and tell me all about it, and stop and get some of that “supper club” beer, and don’t waste your time with a six.  I have the bucket of ice ready.

BOB

Don’t you want to hear what I have to say?  (A little hurt in his voice)

NOrm

Not without a bottle of your beer in my hand.

bob

(resigned) On my way.

NOrm

Hey, get some Cheetos on the way, and the sub shop has a sale on footlongs, grab two of them.  This sounds like a long night.

bob

Norm, it is 9 am.

norm

The sun is over the yardarm, time for a brewski, and you don’t want me eating on an empty stomach, do you.

BOB

Rolling.

Norm

Copy. Out.

September 17, 2013

“Remote viewing for dummies”

By

Robert Janeck

4815 Comanche Way

Madison, WI 53704

 

FAde In: Apartment 3A               Act 1, scene 1

A somewhat sunny apartment, not new, but not antique.  Few personal possession indicate that the resident is either a person of few possessions by choice, or just doesn’t have much money to waste on stuff.  The space in front of the viewer has a man’s figure move from stage left to stage right.  Dressed all in black, with shades, and a watch cap, he would be out of place in the sunny light of day.  Only visible in the sepia tone.  The other cameras would show an empty apartment.

Bob                      

Well, this isn’t the library.  I have to learn how to control and direct.  Are at least I didn’t get stuck in the refrigerator again. Nice place, if you like model apartments.  I wonder if this place is lived in, or vacant and furnished.

We hear The sound of steps approaching, the key entering the lock, the door swivels on hinges, We are treated to the vision of the inhabitant, Becky.

 

Becky

I don’t care what the movie reviews are saying, I am going to the damn movie, with or without you.  In fact, you are disinvited to go to the movie with me, and think of what I always let you do when we are in the movie, prick!  I’m going to take a splash and dash, and you aren’t going to be there.  Bye.

 

Moving quickly, Becky moves to the kitchen counter, empty of crumbs, and anything else, except the coffee maker, and the toaster, and drops the mail, and the weekly newspaper.  Done with speed, the mail spreads out, like a spray of cards from a Vegas dealer.  Bob moves over and can see that there is a bill from the cable company, probably for internet only, the cell phone company, and the front page of the weekly news matches the copy he has in his own living room.  He has a good idea of the movie she wants to see, and her jerk boyfriend doesn’t.  Becky is on her way to her bedroom, removing her top before she has left the room that Bob only wishes he was in in person.

Becky

Sings a few lines from the popular songs of the day, as she is in her bedroom.

Becky quickly moves from the bedroom to the bath, and we hear her enter the shower.  Bob has had his moral debate, and decides to enter the bathroom.  Becky’s outline is visible in the shower, but Bob is sane enough to not put his minds vision in the shower itself, besides, he would be too close to catch the full vision.  Becky completes a quick shower, the splash and dash, that she had mentioned at the end of the phone call, and steps out, almost entering the space that Bob’s mind is.  She frowns, and squints her eyes looking directly at the Bob.  His eyes open wide, but he doesn’t retreat, because he is at the wall, and doesn’t know for sure what happens when the wall is breached.  She finishes drying and does into her bedroom again.  Bob follows to the bedroom, standing not far from Becky on the bed. Punching her phone, the call goes through, and the speaker phone is active.

Minimalist bedroom, double bed, no magazines, just a few personal things    

        SISTER SUE

Hello. (Very melodious)

becky

Beckob here.        

sister sue

I am about to get tubed and scrubbed, just like a new potato what is on your alleged mind, Girly girl? (The sound of the bathtub water running, followed by the shower starting.)  I am about to get wet…water wet.                                  

becky

Just checking for time for the flick?

Sister Sue

7:00. As in the night time 7.

becky

k.   Remember to dry all over, don’t want guys to think that you are happy to see ‘em

Bob is looking like he saw a ghost, perhaps himself and wanders back into the living room. Fade out.

 

FAde Out:

 

Scene 2

 

“Remote viewing for dummies”

By

Robert Janeck

4815 Comanche Way

Madison, WI 53704

 

FAde In: Apartment 3A               Act 1, scene 1

A somewhat sunny apartment, not new, but not antique.  Few personal possession indicate that the resident is either a person of few possessions by choice, or just doesn’t have much money to waste on stuff.  The space in front of the viewer has a man’s figure move from stage left to stage right.  Dressed all in black, with shades, and a watch cap, he would be out of place in the sunny light of day.  Only visible in the sepia tone.  The other cameras would show an empty apartment.

Bob                      

Well, this isn’t the library.  I have to learn how to control and direct.  Are at least I didn’t get stuck in the refrigerator again. Nice place, if you like model apartments.  I wonder if this place is lived in, or vacant and furnished.

We hear The sound of steps approaching, the key entering the lock, the door swivels on hinges, We are treated to the vision of the inhabitant, Becky.

 

Becky

I don’t care what the movie reviews are saying, I am going to the damn movie, with or without you.  In fact, you are disinvited to go to the movie with me, and think of what I always let you do when we are in the movie, prick!  I’m going to take a splash and dash, and you aren’t going to be there.  Bye.

 

Moving quickly, Becky moves to the kitchen counter, empty of crumbs, and anything else, except the coffee maker, and the toaster, and drops the mail, and the weekly newspaper.  Done with speed, the mail spreads out, like a spray of cards from a Vegas dealer.  Bob moves over and can see that there is a bill from the cable company, probably for internet only, the cell phone company, and the front page of the weekly news matches the copy he has in his own living room.  He has a good idea of the movie she wants to see, and her jerk boyfriend doesn’t.  Becky is on her way to her bedroom, removing her top before she has left the room that Bob only wishes he was in in person.

Becky

Sings a few lines from the popular songs of the day, as she is in her bedroom.

Becky quickly moves from the bedroom to the bath, and we hear her enter the shower.  Bob has had his moral debate, and decides to enter the bathroom.  Becky’s outline is visible in the shower, but Bob is sane enough to not put his minds vision in the shower itself, besides, he would be too close to catch the full vision.  Becky completes a quick shower, the splash and dash, that she had mentioned at the end of the phone call, and steps out, almost entering the space that Bob’s mind is.  She frowns, and squints her eyes looking directly at the Bob.  His eyes open wide, but he doesn’t retreat, because he is at the wall, and doesn’t know for sure what happens when the wall is breached.  She finishes drying and does into her bedroom again.  Bob follows to the bedroom, standing not far from Becky on the bed. Punching her phone, the call goes through, and the speaker phone is active.

Minimalist bedroom, double bed, no magazines, just a few personal things    

        SISTER SUE

Hello. (Very melodious)

becky

Beckob here.        

sister sue

I am about to get tubed and scrubbed, just like a new potato what is on your alleged mind, Girly girl? (The sound of the bathtub water running, followed by the shower starting.)  I am about to get wet…water wet.                                  

becky

Just checking for time for the flick?

Sister Sue

7:00. As in the night time 7.

becky

k.   Remember to dry all over, don’t want guys to think that you are happy to see ‘em

Bob is looking like he saw a ghost, perhaps himself and wanders back into the living room. Fade out.

 

FAde Out:

 

Scene 2

FAde In:

Act 1. Scene 2

Suburban kitchen.  Looks like a guy kitchen, with guy stuff, and kitchen stuff all over.  But no food items, and some military type of stuff is in evidence.

 

Bob enters with a cup of coffee in his hand.  Talking over his shoulder to another man, he uses a tone that indicates that this guy and him have a history that does back decades.

Bob

I told you, I am in that gravity chair lawn thing I got at the garage sale in early summer, and I am in my basement, next to the water heater and that modem thing that Carla has for the computer hook up with the cable company.  I am not asleep, the feelings are just like being awake, and just like I feel right now.

Norm

Here, let me tip the bottle a little more in your coffee, this is better than a BBC America soap opera.

Bob

I didn’t get that much the last time you tipped your scotch, and is sure as hell didn’t get me drunk.

Norm

Ok, so tell me about your little trip, or fall, into some chicks apartment.

[Scene description]

bob

I relaxed, and did just a little of the stuff, and it was like the dozing off you do on the interstate, after a couple of hours of driving, after lunch, but without the crash, the glass, the busted metal, and the cops.  Then I am in her apartment, just like I am the maintenance guy, or a boyfriend.  She comes home, throws the mail, and the Isthmis on the table, and I can read the envelopes she got in the mail, and the paper, the part that is not covered, is just like reading my copy at home. 

Norm

And then what did she do, take a shower?

bob

In a lowered tone, How did you know that?

Norm

Well hell, I didn’t, but all the letters in the Penthouse magazines went this way.

 

bob

It was real.  She took of her shirt on the way to the bedroom, then came out butt naked, and went to the shower. 

 

norm

Shit.  Did you follow her in, and how much did you see.  Was it like being there, did you smell the steam from the shower?

 

                     BOB

I was outside of the shower, but she had one of the clear plastic shower curtains, and there was a lot of girl there. No smell of steam, because my nose is back in my basement  I could hear her when she called her sister and decided to go to the movies with sis, instead of her main squeeze. 

 

          NORM

 

I still think you are full of shit, but, it is a good story. 
You have to figure out a way to prove it to me.

 

 

 

 

Last pour of the high octane stuff into the coffee cups, and there is the sound of a motorcycle in the background.

FAde Out: