The Golden Ticket

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Art Credit : Graphic Design by Bari Demers and background format by Enchanted

They say when you dream about winning the lottery, it’s essential to go buy some lottery tickets right away. After all – it’s your Golden Ticket to satisfy all your dreams.  If you have the gift of remembering all your dreams (like I do) it’s probably a good idea to write down your experience.

The Golden Ticket

Throughout my latest dream, my world was centred around me as if I was carrying a GoPro. Maybe it’s my inner wish list to get a GoPro this Christmas – who knows?

It was a regular day of the week, neither summer nor winter. Can’t remember purchasing the actual ticket, but I do remember checking the numbers. They say I’m a little OCD ( Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder), meaning I’ll check and re-check things, constantly cleaning and wash my hands in fear of contamination and keeping to a strict pattern.

My actions in my dream weren’t any different. Having this ritual of checking the lottery tickets only on Sunday, allowed me to dream as long as possible throughout the week, because we all know it’s extremely lucky to win any lottery. But, this particular time, I noticed the numbers matched. My heart began racing, rechecking it over and over again. This must be triggered from the anxiety of knowing retirement is around the corner, with very little funds to support it. Whatever the reason, the drawn out actions meant I was indeed sceptical.

Knowingly it was impossible to verify on Sunday, I patiently waited for Monday morning. The routine of getting ready in the morning seemed to take forever. As a matter of fact, I can’t stand routines. Finally! Heading out the door, it was a mad race to Sobeys, where I bought it. It never occurred to me to just head straight to the regional lottery centre.

Oh no, the ritual is vitally clear – remember, this is a dream, after all.

First, check the ticket to see what the scanner would say. Then head to the nearest lottery centre, after verification. With that clear mission at hand, my mind quickly zeroed in, onto the lottery scanner. It was like ‘Mission Impossible’, calculating a clear path to the series of problems I must complete. There it was, the little black lottery box, looking at me. Nervously reaching for my wallet ( as if everyone in the store was watching) I slowly pulled out the lottery ticket. Placing it exactly on the red light, it seemed like hours had passed as I patiently wait for the results. Suddenly I noticed a girl across the desk appear, looking at me with an interesting curiosity.

“Oh my!” she said,” I’ve never seen anyone here win so big before.”

The red numbers flashed across the screen. It reads “5 MILLION”. Well, in real life, the scanners don’t work that way. They give out a series of zeros. However, in my dream the 5 MILLION flashed on and off, sounding off “ WOOH, WOOH!” Here, in Canada it actually does make that sound.

Within seconds, shoppers came running up to the desk, wondering what all the excitement was. Everyone started clapping as if I was some kind of celebrity.

It’s then my dream took on another side. POOF! Suddenly I’m in a mall looking for the lottery centre – Go figure ! Heading to the mall’s directional guide I couldn’t pinpoint where the lottery centre was. Evidentially, I had no choice but to ask someone – It’s a man thing. Approaching a single mother of two kids, with the baby in the stroller, and the other child around two years old, holding her mom’s hand. It must of been winter because they wore winter jackets, mitts and toques ( that’s a warm cotton hat, here in Canada 🇨🇦). She looks at me confused, as if I asked her the most secret of all secrets.

She said,” Don’t you know? Well…it’s not on the second floor. You must exit the mall on the first floor, hang a left and head past the Wayne Gretzky statue.

My mind took in this information, calculating the path in my head. It dawned on me how strange that the lottery centre was beside the Wayne Gretzky statue. The only Wayne Gretzky statue I knew of was at the new Rogers Place arena, downtown Edmonton. The confusion is…I’m in Kelowna. I know the lottery centre in BC is in Kamloops – Go figure! Shrugging my shoulders I set out to follow her instructions exactly. Running down the escalator of WEM ( West Edmonton Mall), passing by the Santa Maria ship ( Yup! WEM has the exact replica of Christopher’s Columbus flag ship nestled in a manmade ocean, west end of the gigantic mall), I raced out the side doors, took an immediate left.

Suddenly – POOF! I’m front and centre looking at this massive architectural structure with a series of gradual steps leading to the top. There it was, another Wayne Gretzky statue, plated in gold – Go figure! I’m thinking to myself, Canadians sure do take their hockey legends seriously, like some sort of religious cult.

But wait a minute? I’m Canadian! Why don’t I think like that?

ANYWAY – It must of been a summer morning, because I noticed a bunch of people were spread out, sitting on the steps, waiting for the doors to open. Paying no attention to the crowd, my feet couldn’t carry me fast enough, as I pulled earnestly on the huge glass doors. Pulling on them again, harder this time, my body embraced the whole door, feet and all.

Someone in the crowd shouted,” It’s closed moron! It opens up at 9:00 am.”

I turned around, seeing I was the centre of attention. Some were smirking, while others rolled their eyes. But most seemed bored out-of-their-mind, impatiently waiting for this massive building to open. It’s then I noticed, everyone slowly got up. Turning to face the doors ( as if in slow motion) there was a business women opening the doors.

“Finally!” I thought.

Racing the crowd to be first in line, I hugged the counter in front of me. A girl in her twenties smiled and said,”Welcome to the Western Lottery Centre, how may I help you?”

My heart must of been pounding in my chest, as I could barely hear her. Looking around me, I whispered,”I think I won big on the lottery.”

The girl said,” Oh! Well…congratulations! Follow me to our private room, as we verify your winnings.”

Eagerly following her, it was then I noticed these two android guards on each side of me. Nervous, I asked,” Am I in trouble?”

The girl stopped and faced me, she said in a delightful voice,”Oh no! They’re here for your protection.”

Nodding in agreement, we all headed to an interrogation room. Two chairs and one table with handcuffs. OK – now I’m really nervous! We sit down facing each other, with both androids towering beside me. I jokingly say,” What’s the handcuffs for? Is this some kind of foreplay ?”

As the words left my mouth, it was clear no one was laughing. The girl cleared her throat disgusted, saying,” Shall we get down to it then? Show me your ticket please.”

Once again, my fumbling fingers pulled out the prize ticket. The now, big golden ticket… Yes! Exactly like the Golden Ticket from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory – Go figure! The girl took the ticket. From within the bottom of the desk, a special elite Red scanner moved up in place. It started to flash a red laser into my eyes, as she began her interrogation. She asked me a series of questions, such as,”Exactly where did you buy this ticket and most importantly WHEN?!” My squeaky little voice told her everything she wanted to know. She sits back, looking at me coldly, as if I gave the wrong information. No emotion whatsoever. Out of the blue she smiles and says,” Well now! Congratulations…,” Looking at her notes,” Bari is it ? You have just won 5 MILLION DOLLARS! How does that make you feel?”

Rubbing the sweat off my hands onto my jeans, I eagerly shook her hand saying,” It makes me feel like a million bucks!”

Apparently , she wasn’t impressed with my humour, rolling her eyes 👀 shaking her head. She said,” OK then. Follow me as we announce your winnings to the world.”

I said,” Excuse me for asking…but I don’t know your name?”

If her eyes could of killed, she rudely barked at me,”That SIR! Is none of your business!”

“Alrighty then..,” I thought,” It doesn’t really matter… ( grinning ear-to ear) I just won 5 MILLION DOLLARS! “

Walking through this narrow corridor, I had to pass, what seem like a thousand balloons. The passage reminded me of a corn maze. Finally, finding the right path, popping balloons along the way, I was overwhelmed by the huge room filled with tons of reporters, at least 200 TV cameras, glaring lights and other cameras flashing, blinding me as if I was a huge celebrity. Sitting quietly in front of the massive crowd, it was then I was grilled with a million questions.

It’s then I woke up, thinking I better go and buy a lottery ticket today!

By Bari Demers – screenwriter

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Our Living Hell

PRIDE had cast him above all others.

Darkness slowly absorbed his soul.

Lambs of his Cult are blinded by all the GLORY.

In their EYES, he could do no harm.

As if a KING, he becomes narcissistic, filling his ego with worldly pleasures, ignoring the poor, the sick and vulnerable.

Cloaked as an Angel of Light, the shadow of EVIL spreads across the EARTH.

He is but a MAN, absorbed in his own glory.

Little does he know, he is just one of many.

He is nothing more then a pawn of life, covered in his own waste of greed.

O to the HORRORS of mankind – DARKNESS has filled every corner, every seed of life.

What was right, is now wrong.

What was wrong, is now right.

The living are now the DEAD.

AS I pass through the ‘Valley of Life’, something stirs inside of me.

Something is wrong, but I can’t see it, I can’t taste it, I can’t touch it.

I can’t say what it is, but I know something is seriously wrong.

Is it a DREAM or is it a NIGHTMARE ?

Suddenly, I open my EYES…and there it is, as plain as day.

My heart is filled with tears of sorrow.

OH my dear GOD, I AM awake.

WE are in the VALLEY OF DEATH.

I AM a witness to the HORRORS on Earth.

I AM a witness to the PRIDE of MANKIND.

I AM a witness to the EVIL of DARKNESS.

OH MY DEAR GOD, I AM witness to HELL on EARTH !

By Bari Demers

MEANING OF HELL ON EARTH :

We are born on earth, believing this life of ours is a privilege. We govern ourselves believing we are doing right, but inside we know it’s all wrong. We humans may do as we please, without consequences. We like to think our laws of justice have real consequences, but really, it’s the living who prevail in the end, no matter how evil YOU are.

Our lives are filled with materialistic things which have no meaning. Our thirst for more hunts us to the day we die. We are never satisfied with what we have.

As it was written, it’s been said the meek shall inherit the Earth.

But in reality, the meek are nothing more then the ignorant. Our world is twisted with evil throughout our very existence. We like to believe we are doing right, but we know we are doing more harm, then good. Mankind leaves a trail of blood shed and destruction in its path, destroying everything we touch.

We begin to question all around us, why are things so wrong ?

Why are the weak, the poor, the vulnerable tortured ?

Why do we experience the worse in life, trying to make the best of life?

There is no justice. There is only pain.

It’s then we realize, we are the LIVING DEAD, already tortured throughout our lives until the day we are buried into the ground, into the dust of the forgotten.

WE are the living dead on earth – WE are on earth, living within the HELL of reality.

WE will grow old and die. This is indeed HELL, simply because, after this LIFE, there isn’t any life after death. This is the end of everything we know, soon to be forgotten in time.

WE must have been brought here from the Cosmos of Life in search of ourselves, only to realize there isn’t anything else.

WE are in a twisted fate of anguish – WE ARE ALL the living dead tortured on a hellish earth, spreading our seed of misery across the universe.

GOD has already given JUDGEMENT to us ALL.

Have a wonderful day – Welcome to Hell.

By Bari Demers – screenwriter/ storyteller

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BLACK ANGELS

Our Nagging Brain

[ Poster Credit : Bari Demers – self taught graphic designer ]

WE humans are indeed a diverse species with millions of years of evolution, developing in who we are today. It may be our evolutionary timeline was drastically altered by our ancient ancestors, but overall WE have survived.

Interesting, our biological brain, still clouded with its mysterious beginnings, dictates our consciousness to do what we do. It’s the master of our biological body, controlling us everyday living on EARTH.

Only our brain knows our darkest secrets.

It feeds us with intel and safe guards, keeping our ‘Spiritual Being’ free from harm. That IS, only if, we listen to our inner thoughts. Somehow we have the option to reject our basic animalistic warnings, injecting ourselves to bodily harm. Complex our brain is, it too can be subject to all kinds of circuitry malfunction, from a birth defect to severe accidents. If our brain is healthy, firing up all its circuits, its amazing what WE humans can achieve.

Believing who we are can be complicated.

It’s clear our brain and consciousness are constantly fighting, trying to prove our very existence. The creation of man-made religion is clear of that, giving evidence to the battle inside of us all. Each tribe of human beings demanding our ‘religion’ is the right one. It has plagued us throughout our history, resorting mankind to its darkest moments of shame and incogitable terror.

Our consciousness (controlled by our brain) believe we have a soul. The brain tries to calculate why we exist. Who are we? Where do we come from ? Those two basic questions have divided mankind from the very beginning of existence.

To add insult to injury, our brain may think it’s all so powerful, becoming the savage dictators in our historical past and present, tormenting fellow human beings ; subjects to their rule.

On an individual basis, we are constantly fighting ourselves.

For example, I’ll give two different comical dialogues – my BRAIN talking to my ME.

FIRST DIALOGUE OF INNER THOUGHTS:

BRAIN : How do you feel ?

ME ( Consciousness) : Who me?

BRAIN : Yes you ! Who else am I talking to?

ME : Why does it matter ?

BRAIN : I need to know you are OK. Are you happy?

ME : Am I happy. No…I don’t think so. Most writers aren’t…

BRAIN : Why aren’t you happy ? What could make you a happy person?

ME : Finding my soul mate would help. Being financially secure would be another one. It would be nice if someone bought my screenplay BLACK ANGELS for $200,000. Then I could be financially secure.

BRAIN : You’re a dreamer!

ME : I know.

BRAIN : What do you believe would make that prefect soul mate ?

ME : Another female human being who has the same interests as me. Who backs me up, sharing identical views.

BRAIN : You realize I’m laughing inside…right? There’s no such thing as that prefect soul mate. It doesn’t exist. It doesn’t exist because human beings are constantly changing, growing from what they were in the beginning. Stop dreaming and be realistic !

ME : Wait a minute ! That’s what I do. I’m a dreamer and a lover of life. That IS why I write. My interest in ‘Space Exploration’ and defining WHO we are, explores my inner thoughts into words. That IS ME.

BRAIN : Me…me…me. It’s NOT all about YOU. You must of heard these words before,” A King has his reign, and then he dies. It’s inevitable.”

ME : I’m not a King !

BRAIN : No. But you ARE just another human being, trying to make his mark in life before you die, It’s inevitable. “ In this world, nothing is certain, except death and taxes.” Time is always against you.

ME : OK then! Thank you Brain for making my life seem so promising.

BRAIN : No problem!

ME : You realize I’m being sarcastic…right?

BRAIN : Of course I do ! After all I control your inner thoughts.

SECOND DIALOGUE OF INNER THOUGHTS:

BRAIN : Hello ?

ME: NOTHING. ZZZZZZZZ….

BRAIN : Hello?! Good Morning! Up and Atom.

ME : What ? What do you want?

BRAIN: It’s time to exercise that brain of yours. Come on …

ME : Yeah …yeah…do I have to ?

BRAIN : You must! I need me in top shape. So…let’s move those muscles. Get-up and begin your workout program. Up Up Up ! Besides, the rest of us had a talk.

ME: What ?! Who? What do you mean? Your such a crazy Brain.

BRAIN : I’ve just had a meeting with your heart, lungs and liver. They want me to be the spokesman. Actually, I’m the Leader of the Pack. Well…just between you and me, I’m much smarter than they will ever be.

ME: It sounds like a conspiracy to me. What did you all talk about?

BRAIN: The heart, lungs and liver say,” You’re doing a great job, but you must keep going. It’s essential to your health.”

ME: OK. But I don’t feel like it.

BRAIN: Too bad. Cry me a River! Let’s get out of bed and out that door.

ME : Ok ! Ok …fine! You’re such a nag sometimes.

CONCLUSION

In conclusion our brain dictates who we are. But is it our consciousness ? Do we have a soul ? Is there more then our physical existence? I choose to believe there is more…a lot more. And I’m NOT talking about man-made religion or the singular GOD in the sky.

No. I’m talking about SPIRITUALITY – OUR DESTINY.

Thank you nagging brain.

Bari Demers – screenwriter

JAMES MONTANA SCRIPTS

Alien Covenant Review

Warning : SPOILERS ALERT

Finally had the opportunity to watch ALIEN COVENANT this past month and I must say it was a little disappointing. Following Alien franchise since the beginning, the storyline is important to me. My first outburst of the movie was on Twitter :

“Saw @AlienAnthology #VFX astounding but #storyline upsetting. Astronauts have strict protocols. What happened, shouldn’t #AlienCovenant”

Let me explain :

NUMBER ONE

Any one hand-picked for a mission responsible for 2000 colonist, heading for distant planet Origae-6, would (in my mind) be highly trained Astronauts with strict protocols. Their responsibility is the welfare of colonist and not some rogue beacon on an unknown planet. Life-form or not, the DAVID android would make note-of-it, sending a electronic message back to earth through MUTHUR (MUTHUR is the Starship’s on-board main A.I. pronounced M-O-T-H-E-R).

If we were on Star Trek, Mr. Spock would definitely say,” It’s NOT logical. To make critical errors in judgment, threatening 2000 colonist is indeed unlikely.”

BUT – it’s a movie, meant to add precarious irrational decisions, causing complete havoc with no return. That’s what makes a movie exciting.

Screenwriters are trained to follow a specific Screenplay Outline, as are Directors. But Directors have the freedom to change whatever they want, as long as it makes a substantial profit at the box office. Here’s a quick layout :

1. ACT ONE – Establishment | Setup | Inciting Incident | Contemplation | Turning Point

2. ACT TWO – Acceleration | Enter Obstacles | Dead Centre | Crossing the Rubicon | Raising the Stakes | Crisis

3. ACT THREE – Prepare for Confrontation | Climatic Conflict | Aftermath and Resolution | Dissolution and Farewell

See HERE for in-depth detail.

The point is, there must be some kind of conflict and a series of mistakes to add tension to the movie, or else it would be pretty boring. For example, the real events and mishaps of Apollo 13 turned into a good movie, because the astronauts and NASA had to solve real problems in a dangerous environment. The iconic words, spoke the urgency…

“Houston, we’ve had a problem…”

It was indeed a life or death defining situation, where the whole world followed in their survival and safety back to earth from the moon.

That said, it’s vital the storyline makes sense or it becomes a jumbling mismatch puzzle with incoherent timelines, making us viewers grasp for reality. Knowing all to well Ridley Scott is a master Director, it seems ludicrous he wouldn’t tell a good storyline. After a little research, it wasn’t long before I realized the editing process of cutting scenes from Alien Covenant, proved to be the culprit. Ridley Scott’s creativity was hacked by removing crucial scenes by the editors involved. As a director I would be biting my upper lip, as scenes were eliminated.

Curiously, Ridley Scott still has full control of his movie.

So why did he approve of the Covenant crew making so many mistakes? Is it just a Hollywood ploy, to make fans see AWAKENING in order to get all the answers?

To me, this is how I would change the scene to make it work :

It would make more sense if android DAVID caused the INCIDENT, where he sent a deadly beam of energy disrupting the starships point-of-origin. It would be better then a random wave of CME ( Corona Mass Eruption) from a nearby star, as it happens in the movie. The scenes from that point would still hold true ; waking up the crew and killing their captain, due to a malfunction of his pod. In my mind, the burst of energy could have crippled the Starship to no return, causing it to crash on the planet where David is patiently waiting to carry out his deranged assault on the crew still alive. Crash landing on this planet would have made for a gripping terrifying scene.

NUMBER TWO

I love the fact Alien Covenant continues 10 years after my beloved movie Prometheus, so well executed by Ridley Scott. Personally watch Prometheus a dozen times to pick up eastereggs* I may have missed.

ON THAT NOTE :

To me I really don’t understand the backlash of Prometheus from fans. I realize the original ALIEN was basically a B-movie horror-slasher, but with its strong storyline and well executed ( pun intended ) actors, Alien did well at the box office. It was like this secret little gem waiting to be opened. That said, it’s my belief the fans of Alien, Aliens and so on, expect a horror slasher unconcerned about the science-fiction, the actual science and the clever plots Ridley Scott placed into Prometheus. It’s clear Ridley Scott caved to the wishes of its ALIEN fans, giving them the blood thirsty slasher ALIEN COVENANT.

[SPOILER ALERT FOR PROMETHEUS]

NUMBER THREE

If you followed Prometheus, you would be familiar with our lovely character Elizabeth Shaw, the last human surviver, along with David. We know Elizabeth doesn’t trust David, but she needs him to fly the Engineers Starship in order to answering the burning question she asked the Juggernaut,” Why did YOU (The Engineers) change your mind? What did we do wrong? Why do you want us dead?”

If I were Elizabeth, my trust in David would be nil. After fixing David and his ability to set course for Engineer’s HOMEWORLD using one of many alien Derelict spacecraft 🚀, I would immediately place David in stasis before doing the same myself. Any kind of tampering of my hyperbaric sleep chamber, would immediately set off an emergency alarm with instant release from stasis. So, in effect, Elizabeth would still be alive when Alien Covenant crew arrives, meaning a whole chain of events could take place.

I love the FINAL LOG of Dr. Shaw :

Elizabeth’s Final LOG, last survivor of Prometheus :

“The ship and her entire crew are gone. If you’re receiving this transmission, make no attempt to come to its point of origin. There is only death here now, and I’m leaving it behind. It is New Year’s Day, the year of our Lord, 2094. My name is Elizabeth Shaw, the last survivor of the Prometheus. And I am still searching.”

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AIN JAMES MONTANA’S FINAL LOG :

In conclusion, overall Alien Covenant seems to have gain support by the majority of fans, and in the end, that's what really counts. 21st Century Fox covered the production budget cost of $97 million (reasonable, considering other scifi movies) making $238 million in sales.

Not bad, not bad at all.

I'm sure Ridley Scott was relieved he hit the mark for fans and certainly Fox must be pleased too. As a long time fan of the Alien Trilogy, can't wait to see the release of Alien: Covenant sequel AWAKENING, apparently starts production in 14 months. If I had a choice of Directors for my Scifi BLACK ANGELS, dear Ridley Scott would be first pick.

Bari Demersscreenwriter Read more of my stories and articles HERE< a href=”http://www.digitalspy.com/movies/alien/feature/a828070/alien-covenant-easter-eggs/”>BONUS – EASTEREGGS*

Here are some neat little eastereggs you’ll find throughout the ALIEN TRILOGY.

SCIFI FRIDAY

Happy Friday Everyone!

I decided to rewrite one of my scifi stories on a different format other then WordPress in the attempts of allowing viewers to “gift” my efforts, if they choose to do so. Here’s the first page of the First Chapter of my Scifi online Book.

I hope you enjoy – CLICK HERE

Follow along here or on my new platform for continuing short stories in each Chapter of my online Book.

Thank you,

Bari Demers – screenwriter ” I envision a story and bring it to Life” BMD

PS – I hope you enjoy my latest art piece above.

Also : BLACK ANGELS “Pride had cast him down…Oh to Scared Earth. A Black Evil has spread across the Lands…O to the HORROR of Earth.

It’s inevitable!

BLACK ANGELS : A science-fiction horror genre based on the arrival of our Ancestors and how it changed mankind forever!

Dreaming Las Vegas

Vegas Reviews by Bari Demers
Today I have to share with you one of my strangest dreams, I like to call : DREAMING LAS VEGAS but before I do, I’ve just heard Don Rickles has passed away at age 90.  Last year I wrote a small article about him HERE.

One thing for sure, in this dream of mine, I’m certainly considered a Vegas Lover, to be dreaming such a bizarre storyline.  It’s a crazy dream, to be sure.  It also means I need to make another visit to Las Vegas.  

So here goes my dream : DREAMING LAS VEGAS

For some strange reason, in my dream, I’m “All By Myself” … as my mind picks up the original song by Eric Carmen

Lyrics

When I was young

I never needed anyone

And makin’ love was just for fun

Those days are gone

Livin’ alone

I think of all the friends I’ve known

But when I dial the telephone

Nobody’s home

All by myself

Don’t want to be, all by myself anymore

All by myself

Don’t want to live, all by myself anymore

Hard to be sure

Some times I feel so insecure

And love so distant and obscure

Remains the cure

(Celine Dion has sung this song many times and one of the times, was during her Las Vegas performance in 2016 after the passing of her husband. An emotionally time for dear Celine.) 

Here’s the video

 

Continue : 

I’m in a long luxurious black limo. The interior is lavishly decorated with all the bells and whistles you can think of. And get this, it even has a hot tub – go figure! I warned you it was a crazy dream 🙄. 

Arriving, my personal female driver kindly opens the door. Right away, as my hand touches hers, I noticing her long graceful soft hands with fashionable fingernails. Her nails were presented with a series of tasteful sparkles and a nice shade of dark pink. I remember the scent of her perfume instantly ; could tell right away it was an expensive Christian No. 1*

The reason is, my mom use to wear this kind of perfume on special occasions.  


Moving on : 

Getting out of the limo I noticed for the first time how beautiful my chauffeur was.  Her stunning green eyes sparkled a glimmering colour of emerald, through the light of the morning desert sun. Underneath the chauffeur style hat, her long brunette hair was tasteful tied into a ponytail.  Her smile was so captivating and innocent, it was if she caught me her web.

I was in love.  

“Mr Watts? Sir?” questioned Chris, ” Is everything alright?”

Snapping out of it, I smiled and said,” No…I mean yes …I mean …Thank you Chris.”  It then dawned on me, my first girlfriend’s name was Christine ( Chris for short ) ; maybe that’s why I was so captivated? 

Chris asked,” Will there be anything else Mr Watts?”  

In my dream, I thought, “That’s strange, she keeps calling me by the name of Watts.  My last name isn’t Watts,” I shrugged my shoulders and decided it really didn’t matter. I handed her a $20 tip and said,” No. Thank you.  Now remember to pick me up in five days. ”

She nodded and said,” Of course Sir, after all, I’m your personal chauffeur.”  

I thought for second, ” This is crazy, I can’t afford a personal driver?What does she mean? I’m not a rich movie star with my own personal entourage? ” Oh well…decided to go with it, shrugging my shoulders. 


Looking up at the lavish Vegas Resort, it features an architectural skyscraper with brilliant greyish-blue glass panels, as far as the eye can see. For some strange reason I have no idea the name of this 5 Star Resort, only that it was the best-of-the-best in Las Vegas. You know, the one celebrities and rich tycoons find favourable because of the luxurious service and expensive taste.

Heading into this upscale Vegas Resort, I was quickly greeted at the door by the GM of the Hotel. I thought, ” Whoa! Talk about service!” He reached out to shake my hand and said,” It a pleasure to see you again Mr Watts. I will personally take you to your room.” 

Again I thought,” My name isn’t Watts?! ” But whatever, I just go with it. 

We head over to the personal VIP elevator with only one button to press, featuring the Presidential Suite.

I’m thinking,” This is crazy, I can’t afford this?!” 

Reaching top floor, the golden doors of the elevator opened with a soft swish (just like the doors on Star Trek – go figure!) The GM showcases the lavish Egyptian-themed room featuring everything you can imagine, fit for any Pharaoh, Queen or King. Awestruck, I slowly walked towards the seven foot glass doors to the grand balcony overlooking the spectacular view of the Vegas Strip. The doors open automatically, peering over (looking way down), I could see the hustle and bustle of tourists, seemingly tiny as scurrying ants. 

You know that feeling when you first arrive in Vegas ? That satisfied feeling of awe and excitement, ready to take on-the-town? That’s how I felt. 

The GM said,” Your entourage will be here soon Mr Watts.”  

I nodded. Walking back in, it was then I noticed someone was putting my cloths away in the drawers from my one and only suitcase, thinking,” Boy my suitcase holds a lot of stuff.” It seemed endless, like a bottomless pit ! 

Then, just like that my dream took on another side.  

For some strange reason my room was filled with other people. I mean, like complete strangers. Like we were in a group of tourists, all doing the same tour. Some were busy emptying their luggage, as another would make a grand entrance by falling heavily on the bed next to mine. Beside my bed I noticed a stocked bar with my very own bartender. 

An attractive women beside me said,” Oh Wow! Aren’t you lucky! Your bed is the most lavish of them all.” 

The minute she said that I got that strange feeling I was indeed in the wrong room. This can’t be right? Not to embarrass myself, I quietly left the room. After all, I didn’t want these strangers to realize I was given a room I couldn’t possibly afford.  

It was then, I was on a mission to find my rightful room.  

Eventually I found the most strangest elevator, looking more of a circular laundry-shoot then an elevator. Trying to open this 18th century styled copper cylinder door, I quickly smelled something burning. You know, that electrical burning smell ? The door seemed stuck and it grind to a halt. Grabbing the door, I muscled my way in, fearing I’d miss my ride down. It’s then I realize there’s others in an adjacent elevator, beside me. As a matter of fact, it’s a series of cylinder elevators, on what seems like a roller coaster ride.  

Yes. That’s it, exactly like a roller coaster ride!

I hear one of the guys talking to his friend,” What the hell?! Why is this guy holding up the ride?” 

Below me I noticed the open grated floor, and underneath was this long endless track for a roller coaster. I was like,” Oh boy! What did I get myself into this time? I can’t stand rollercoaster rides!” Just like that I’m rushed down at supersonic speeds, heading into oblivion, like some Interstellar Spaceship. Suddenly I felt nauseated. Eyes wide open, I began to sweat with complete fear, as my fingers gripped the bars for dear life. 

Suddenly it was all over. 


I had reached the 8th Floor. Feeling light-headed my body staggered out of this peculiar elevator. Relieved to exit this time machine, my whole body felt like a ton-of-bricks. It’s like I just came back from a month aboard the ISS ( International Space Station), with me feeling like jello. 

I couldn’t seem to lift myself, as gravity took over. 

After some time of just laying there, in the middle of this Vegas Resort hallway, I finally managed to get up, edging myself against the wall (like a drunken sailer) trying to find my room. 

There it is ! Room 80000090 – Go figure ! 

I felt my pockets and there it was, a pass key. Sliding it into the door, the mechanic noise you’re so familiar with, opened the door. Staggering into this dark room, the drapes opened automatically.
It was an upgraded Vegas room overlooking a beautiful courtyard featuring an oasis of inviting pools. On one end of the 1200 sq ft room there was a stocked open-bar nestled into the corner. To the west wall was a grand Samsung 110-inch Ultra HDTV TV. In front we’re four leather Theatre lounging chairs. Along the east wall sat a dining room table, with a fully stocked kitchenette. 

Looking into the next room, it featured a huge King-sized bed with a pillow-top mattress, feather down comforter and Egyptian cotton linen. Just to my right, a marble-floor washroom showcased a glass enclosed shower, a modern deep bathtub, double sinks and a make-up side table.

I knew right then and there, I had reached the correct room.

Throwing myself onto the bed, I quickly crashed into a deep sleep. Opening my eyes I then realized it was all but a dream. 

But, oh boy, did it ever seem real! 

As a screenwriter, I just had to share this incredible dream of mine – I hope you enjoyed my crazy dream.  It clear I’m a Vegas Lover, subconsciously thinking of my next trip to wonderful wonderland Las Vegas.  This could possibly be made into a short film, I’m sure.  

By Bari Demers 

PS : Check out my stories and screenplays 

ALSO – planning your trip to Las Vegas ?  Then read my Vegas Reviews and tips

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Our Reality is but a Dream

Our Dreams by Bari Demers
[The original photo was taken in the Okanagan Valley, British Columbia,Canada. It’s been tweaked by Prisma but the true photo represents an art piece similarly to Vincent Van Gogh. By Bari Demers]

DREAMS VERSES REALITY

A Dream is nothing more then an illusion of our reality. Our reality is only related to the physical world, where the world plays an illusion of our dreams, we continuous strive for…but never to obtain. 

As we play with our consciousness, we realize our physical being is nothing like the unreachable replica of our dreams.

In our world of reality, our brain directs our senses, picking up the world for what it really is. It’s a cold calculated, unforgivable entity reminding YOU, you’re not the master of this physical world. Any mistake we encounter may lead our physical bodies to feel pain and sorrow. Curiously though, our brain (we so depend on)never feels pain. It’s an illusion playing with our reality. Our brain always plays tricks on us to believe we are conscious, therefore everything we see, must be real. The senses controlled by the brain, makes sure of that.

Until we fall back into a dream

In a dream, our brain frees us from the reality of the physical world we live in. Suddenly we can do anything our mind dreams we can do. We can fly, feeling the cold wind across our face or have the ability to jump precariously off high buildings, landing harmlessly below. Our dreams can race us across the universe, exploring an unknown planet. A deadly planet filled with harmful gases or incredible G-forces, that would surely crush us, if we were in the physical world.  

But, here we are, unharmed.

In a dream, our personal self finds that prefect lover, waiting for us, ready to fulfill our dreams. While in the physical world, we are desperate to seek for our true soul mate, knowingly it’s only a dream. Alas, in the real world we are willing to settle for someone close to our dreams, because we already know our image of perfection is only perceived in our dreams. 

Our brain rules our consciousness, telling us there’s a higher purpose or a higher entity. We concede to our consciousness and give it a name. We call it GOD. This controlling brain of ours even goes one step further, explaining to our consciousness, if we can’t explain what we see, then it must be the act of GOD. You would think our brain is finished controlling our thoughts. But no, it continues to push us forward, pushing us towards an inconceivable thirst of knowledge, seeking out an unattainable truth. Seeking out the truth of who we are, what we are and where we are. If we can’t find an definitive answer, we look even deeper then before, until we realize our answers are filled with yet more unanswered questions. 

Our brain never gives up until the day we die. 

Lucky for us, even our brain needs to rest. In this time of rest, our brain collects and organizes data as if we were defragmenting our own computer. As we sleep, it’s believed this processing time is acted out in our dreams, in a mix match of bizarre images. It’s mind blowing effects would impress any Hollywood director.  

Curious though, our dreams are as real as if we were awake. 

I say to you, our Reality is but a Dream. We explore the possibility, our real physical world is nothing more then a test, preparing us for a more deeper meaning, releasing us from life, altogether. As the Egyptians Gods, we continue on a journey surpassing anything we have ever encountered before.  

Once your mind realizes, our reality is nothing more then an illusionary dream you’ll become disillusioned, wonder why we even play this game at all. A world of complete madness, fed by human games where the stakes are high. Our misguided society worshipping celebrities and leaders like gods, offering our souls to their commands. 

We are such a silly human being.

In this world, we must constantly free ourselves from this insanity. And we do, by expressing our souls to the inner spiritual self, through music and our artistic abilities. As an actor gives everything to create that character, so do musicians, pouring out their heart and soul. As for me, I’m an artist with words. My words could easily be refer to as Vincent van Gogh’s Art, an impressionist with a hidden message.

Reality controls the limitations of physical bodies, whereas our dreams free our souls along a wondrous journey. Free your soul from the darkness and follow me on a journey of dreams, where our future is exposed. 

By Bari Demersscreenwriter and freelance writer 

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Interest: scifi, art, science, filming, Okanagan, hiking, foodie, local restaurants & resorts and a Vegas Lover