I had a dream about you. We were fishing in the Utah desert. You caught a dinosaur but due to Federal regulations we had to release the bones so Ted Kennedy could drive back to the cemetery drunk.
Film as dream, film as music.
No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.
All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, For they dream their dreams with open eyes, And make them come true.