I had another very cinematic dream last week. Here's a screenplay version of my dream. I woke up remembering only images, a vague sense of the plot, and the title, so I've made up the dialogue and most of the names, with the exception of "David Allen", which I remember from the dream.
(Just so you know, this is not one of my wacky dreams. It's a very conventional story, but that in itself is what made it stand out, in my mind.)
"BELFAST" INT. HOSPITAL ROOM DAVID ALLEN'S POV FADE IN DAVID ALLEN is waking up. Still a bit drugged, his vision is hazy as he barely makes out the image of his friend STEVE, standing beside the hospital bed. STEVE is in his mid-30s. He is wearing a plaid shirt, and he looks a bit disheveled. STEVE How are you feeling, David? DAVID Mrmph? STEVE Say.. Do you remember what happened to put you here? DAVID Mm... urf.... David's vision fades in and out. As his head droops, he sees his tube-covered body. FADE TO BLACK FADE IN Some time has passed. DAVID wakes up again, this time for good. STEVE is still there, but he's now wearing a leather jacket. STEVE You okay, David? OVER STEVE'S SHOULDER, we see DAVID. He is also in his mid-30s. He is in a hospital gown, but he has fewer tubes attached to his body than before. DAVID Yeah, I think so. STEVE How much do you remember? About what happened to you? DAVID Not much. I was in a car accident...? STEVE Do you remember the last thing you saw before the accident? DAVID The last thing I remember was getting into my car. Why, is there something important I forgot? The camera is behind STEVE, and, as it PANS DOWN STEVE's back... STEVE No no, it's alright. Get some rest now, buddy. The camera STOPS at waist-level; we see STEVE tuck a gun away, back under his belt. STEVE (V.O.) Everything's fine. CUT TO BLACK INT. DINING ROOM We're in a rustic, wooden house. The dining room is large and dimly lit. STEVE is having dinner with CONOR DONOVAN and his wife KATHLEEN. They are both in their 50s, and slightly heavy-set. CONOR is a red-head, with a full beard. CONOR ...and he says to him, "But it's only a frog!" CONOR guffaws at his own joke, while STEVE politely chuckles. KATHLEEN shakes her head. STEVE Well, I'll get going now. I'm glad David has such fine folks to help him recover. STEVE stands up, and he drops his napkin. As he bends down to pick it up, CONOR and KATHLEEN see his STEVE's gun, stuffed behind him, under his belt. CONOR Why do you have that?! Why did you bring that thing into my house?! STEVE panics. STEVE I don't want to hurt anyone! I swear! They're making me do it! KATHLEEN Do what? We're all friends here, Steve. If you're in any kind of trouble... STEVE [*Distraught*] They're gonna hurt my family. They said I have to find out if he remembers what he saw, and if does, I have to shoot him. Oh Christ.. but everything will be okay! As long as he doesn't remember, everything will be okay! CONOR Remember what? You're not making any sense. STEVE I better get going... STEVE rushes outside, and the DONOVANS follow him out. EXT. OUTSIDE THE DONOVANS' HOME CONOR Steve! The MAID runs out and tugs on CONOR's arm. MAID Mr. Donovan, everything will be okay. David will be cared for. As the MAID leaves back into the house, STEVE pauses and looks back. He grimaces. He then runs past THE DONOVANS, racing back into the house after the maid. THE DONOVANS are shocked into inaction for a moment before they give chase as well. We follow THE DONOVANS as they run through their house and out the back, just in time to see STEVE run into THE NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE. (It's a large mansion made of stone bricks.) They hear a LOUD BANG. THE DONOVANS are terrified. They stop running. They stare at the neighbor's dining room windows, lit by a bright orange light, and they see STEVE's silhouette running across the room. KATHLEEN Oh no! He's done it! CONOR No... No... THE DONOVANS run into the house. They find STEVE on the telephone. STEVE Yes, he's collapsed! I'm not sure if he's breathing! What do I do?! [*Looking up at THE DONOVANS*] I didn't touch him! He just collapsed! I think his condition's taken a turn for the worse! CONOR runs over to DAVID and cradles him in his arms. CONOR He is still breathing. STEVE Oh, thank God. [*Closes his eyes*] Oh, please, Lord, let him pull through... WIDE SHOT, as everyone prays for DAVID's survival