cinematic birdmad reverie flashes through dreams sometimes in those odd hallucinatory moments you look around and the day and the world seem to play out like a movie and the inescapable question keeps cycling through your head "who is directing this" and the religious child that lives in the corner of your beliefs wants to say "God!" and shout it from the highest point you can find and the catty nihilist in the dark, smoke filled recesses of your soul where things look more like a nightclub filled with people a little too well acquainted with Sartre and Nietsche, moans "nobody, or this story might actually make sense" sometimes, though (and only sometimes) we can reconcile these voices and come to the conclusion "yeah, this is my movie" evry scene a new opportunity to develop the plot every moment a new bit of exposition 010125 ... silentbob cavalcade 010125 ... pilgrim Ken Kesey and The Merry Pranksters used this anology to describe the LSD experience, Drawing people into THEIR MOVIE, in order to take control of the ever melting Dreamscape that was the Trip. See "The Electric Kool-Aid Test" By Tom Wolfe 010129 what's it to you? who go blather from