We are Illogical 

The Okanagan- My Home
Today, as I write, ‘We are illogical’, I have arrived in the sunny Okanagan Valley of British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦. Throughout the fall and winter months you’ll find me feverishly writing science-fiction thrillers and assorted screenplays, such as BLACK ANGELS (ready for release) and short stories, like Android Alisha. But during the months of June, July and August, you’ll find me at my summer home, partaking in outdoor activities within our Canadian oasis, well known by celebrities across North American. In fact, as we speak, there’s a couple of filming crews setting up in Kelowna, BC. This may be the summer home for the rich and famous, but to me, it’s simply where I was raised as a kid. It’s indeed my home. For Canada 150 or your next vacation I highly recommend you take a visit to the sunny Okanagan Valley of British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦.

Black Angels by Bari Demers
WE ARE ILLOGICAL 

My creative art of writing can be referred to as the ‘Vincent Van Gogh art-impressionist-style’, left with secret hidden messages throughout each paragraph. Writing is an expression from my inner soul, hoping to make a difference to my readers, as they begin to explore the plots and twists behind my stories.

Throughout my life I have questioned our reality.  The how and why of our very existence is indeed intriguing, leading me to believe the possibilities of a higher intelligence far surpassing our own. I like to refer them as our ancestral GODS, who have left behind visible landmarks and scriptural clues. It’s even speculated the GODS of the Heavens may have altered our DNA and evolutionary timeline, making us who were are today. 

With the ways of our human race, it frustrates me to no end, “Why do we react in such an illogical behavioural pattern, causing physical harm to others, over our proposed belief in religion and/or power ?” 

As Mr Spock would say,” “May I say that I have not thoroughly enjoyed serving with humans? I find their illogic and foolish emotions a constant irritant.” 

Writing is my passion and speaks out to our foolish ways, thinking we have complete control over everything. Where, in reality, we are nothing more then a small dot in the evolutionary timeline, waiting to be exterminated by the forces of nature, much more powerful then we could ever comprehend.  

Our historical past is extremely violent, as is our present day. From dictatorship to religious fanatics, its remarkable our human species hasn’t yet been terminated. We are indeed an illogical species, forgetting about the needs of the many and too many of us are self absorbed in the needs of the one. 

We are illogical. 

It’s my hope my grandchildren will one day explore the fruits of our universe while building the foundation of their generation into a more stable civilized society expressing the love for others. If not, it’s just a matter of time our species will become extinct, like our predecessors, the dinosaurs. 

Maybe one day, millions of years in the future, another carbon-based species will find and decipher today’s article, taking heed to the warning signs of our demise. THEM, being an advanced civilization who were nurtured by millions of years of unaltered evolution, they may wonder how these savage human beings ever survived at all. 

OR 

Maybe today, the younger generation will read this article, realizing the fate of mankind, taking steps to eradicate the diseased virus of being self absorbed and begin a brighter future for all of mankind, where freedom is for all, wars no longer exist and the meaning of peace and love is for everyone. It will also mean we must explore other worlds, in order to remove the hardships of Mother Earth, as our footprints continuously places havoc on our planet’s fragile environment. We can be the loving caretakers of earth 🌏 and other M-based planets we visit, realizing our world is a living breathing entity of life, essential to our own well being. We still have a chance to grow into responsibility human beings with the potential to become caring individuals who takes our ‘footprint’ on earth seriously. If not, we may never repair the harm we’ve placed upon on our own beloved planet, we call HOME. And, if so, we don’t have an right to eject our human-virus onto other planets

Kelowna BC by Bari Demers
We are illogical but we can learn to be so much more. Sadly, we have the potential, but never seem to use it for the betterment of mankind. 

By Bari Demersscreenwriter and storyteller 

PS  If you enjoy my stories please join me here and subscribe for more storylines.  If you so happen to be a director or film producer and interested in reading my screenplay BLACK ANGELS – contact me below.  It’s indeed a story of how mankind became to be who we are today – Let’s make my screenplay into a blockbuster Scifi Movie. 

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

* Christian No. 1 : In case your wondering, Christian No. 1 perfume has the scent of bergamot, lime, mandarin nutmeg, cardamom and thyme. There’s also jasmine, rose, and lily of the valley, while the base smells of sandalwood, cedar wood, vanilla, and vetiver. 

The cost is over $1000 per ounce ! Expensive 

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 

FOLLOW ME on TWITTER 

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

The Rant of Demons 

The Underlying Truth by Bari Demers
The Rant of Demons are all around us, fear they may be pointed out in public. 

Recently I received a couple of deranged comments about my story on Twitter. Here on WordPress, you can’t get away with such comments, as your words wouldn’t see the light of day. Instead, like the people they are, they stoop to low insults on their twitter feed. Because I was brought up to always be respectful, I will restrain the urge to make a sarcastic retort, but I will say this : 

First of all, it’s my opinion of the case.   

Secondly, my style of writing is sometimes referred to the art of Picasso because of its dark content. Those with dark thoughts will surely come out of the depths of hell, lashing out like the demons they really are. 

If I were religious I would say, “Out of the Depths I Cried to You, O LORD.” 

With that said, even though I consider myself spiritual, my thoughts are far far away from the grasping hands of man-made stories from the Bible. 

Thirdly, the people offended are those who believe Amanda is guilty. 

Interesting they’re from the UK. Instead of giving their intelligent view of the case they resort to petty demeaning remarks. It quickly shows the character of the person or persons, lacking education and most likely are a bully in the real world. 

Freedom of discussion isn’t even in their vocabulary.

If they seriously looked into the case without their clouded judgement, they’ll soon realize Amanda and Raffaele are indeed, not guilty! 

Guess I should be proud. 

For any of my stories to stir criticism simply because I have a different opinion, means my words are attacking the very soul you’re made of.  

It means my point hits you to the core! 

But frankly, I could do without the bullying tactics by unintelligent Homo sapiens, ranting their incoherent blasphemy. Ironically, Homo sapiens in Latin refers to “wise man”. Let’s be wise about our remarks, instead of being fuelled by senseless rage. 

It just makes one look like a baboon. 

BTW – Those ranting ? They’re the same trying to sell a book (I use this term loosely) about Meredith Kercher. It’s a fact these individuals are callous enough to expect profit over the demise of poor Meredith Susanna Cara Kercher. Exploitation at its best! 

Evil awaits its unsuspecting victims. 

If you haven’t read my story, read it here : An Evil Awaits its Unsuspecting Victims

By Bari Demers screenwriter and freelance writer   

PS My deepest condolences to Meredith’s family. No one deserves such tearful agony from the hands of a monster. I too have lost a child and it will always torment my heart and soul.  

Meredith Susanna Cara Kercher

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 

FOLLOW ME on TWITTER 

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

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 

FOLLOW ME on TWITTER 

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

WESTWORLD WORLDLY QUIRKS – EPISODE TWO


Warning: My narrative description of HBO’s TV SERIES WESTWORLD may outline spoilers for the first two episodes.

You’ll find I’m breaking down the TV Series WESTWORLD within my thoughts, describing the scenes through each ACT, giving my  idea of possible CLUES (or hints) of the storyline. It’s my own personal perception of the science-fiction fantasy WESTWORLD on HBO. 

YOU CAN JOIN me by discussing your point-of-view of where you think the storyline is headed and maybe you know of a clue I missed.  This exercise is for everyone interested in science fiction, script writing or your interest in the new TV Series WESTWORLD.

Let’s continue with Episode 2 – CHESTNUT  

TEASER

Delores is awaken by the instructions of Bernard’s voice,” Wake up Delores.” She begins to sleepwalk outside in her yard.  

Bernard’s voice whispers, ” Do you remember?”

ACT ONE

A couple of NEWCOMERS come into WESTWORLD showcasing the Entertainment Park’s entrance, for the clients.  They are each met by a host who escorts them to their prospective room. In this room they decide to pick who they want to portrait, a good or bad person.

LOGAN
(Ben Barnes) and WILLIAM (Jimmi Simpson) enter, with LOGAN as a repeat customer.  

LOGAN basically screws his way from one host to another as WILLIAM is looking to interact with the hosts.  

CUT TO : 

Once again we meet character ELSIE HUGHS (Shannon Woodward) who we know is a PROGRAMMER resetting or reprogramming the ANDROIDS.  

In this ACT we learn ELISE is quite concerned that possibly PETER ABERNATHY ( Louis Herthum ) Dolores’ father, has most likely corrupt DELORES program. 

You sense her concerns are valid. 

She wants to recall Delores, but it’s here that Bernard becomes on the offensive, stating that Delores has been cleared and maybe the stories should be best left to the guests. 

Elise is taken back from his response.


ACT TWO

We perceive Dolores is changing, as a FLASHBACK reveals a past massacre in the town of Sweetwater. As we have already met MAEVE MILLAY ( Thandie Newton) in the first episode, we already know she’s a HOST MADAME for the busy Saloon.  She meets up with Dolores, breaking her out of the slumbering flashback.  

It’s here Delores whispers, “…these violent delights have violent ends.” 

Maeve is taken back from the response.

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We meet up with the MAN IN BLACK again.  He’s getting closer to his goal, when he meets up with an OUTLAW HOST, known as his old friend LAWRENCE (played by Clifton Collins Jr.).   The MAN IN BLACK saves Lawrence from a hanging, killing all the other hosts, in doing so.  

Lawrence has no recollection of this stranger.  

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After Maeve’s encounter with Delores, Maeve begins to see things ( a flashback).  It’s evident Maeve has been effected. 

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Bernard secretly questions Delores 

Bernard brings Delores back-on-line asking her if she remembers their last conversation. 

Here’s their DIALOGUE :

DELORES : Yes. Of course.
BERNARD : And you haven’t told anyone about our little talks?”
DELORES: “You told me not to.” 
BERNARD: ” Step into annalist please… How many interactions have you participated in since we last talked?”
DELORES : ” 138 encounters including this one.” 
BERNARD : ” And has anyone altered or updated your core logistics in that time?” 
DELORES : ” No.” 
BERNARD : “Resuming…I think it would be best if you not mention the things we’ve been talking about.”
DELORES: “Have I done something wrong?” 
BERNARD: “No. There’s something different about you, about the way you think. I find it fascinating but…others may not see it that way.”
DELORES: “Have YOU done something wrong?” 

Bernard is concerned of what she just said. He’s basically paranoid, thinking someone or something is meddling with her program. 

BERNARD: “Turn off your vent log please, erase this interaction. Confirm.” 
DELORES: “Yes.”

He tells Delores that she better get back before someone misses her.

ACT FOUR : 

The menacing MAN IN BLACK keeps moving forward towards his quest. So far his brutality of the HOSTS are evident. It raises concerns with a security personnel, who reports the MAN IN BLACK to his superior, ASHLEY STUBBS (played by Luke Hemsworth) whose head of security for WESTWORLD.  

Without lifting an eyebrow, ASHLEY says, “That gentleman gets whatever he wants.” 

The MAN IN BLACK, with 30 years under his belt of vacationing time at WESTWORLD, allows him whatever he wants. Who cares if he’s slaughtering every host he meets. We get the picture the MAN IN BLACK has spent approximately (basing on a 10 day vacation) $400,000 each year for the last 30 years.  

That’s 12 million dollars! 

I guess he can do pretty much what he wants to do…or does he?   Sounds like a Donald Trump.  Maybe there’s a message here? 

ANYWAY – 

The MAN IN BLACK is getting closer to his goal, as he threatens Lawrence and his family. After the MAN IN BLACK eliminates the OUTLAW BANDITS and kills his wife, he points the gun at his young daughter.

It’s then, the daughter HOST reveals the entrance to part of the MAZE, saying,”Follow the blood arroyo to the place where the snake lays its eggs.”

The MAN IN BLACK knows he’s on the right track. 

Lawerence tells the MAN IN BLACK he has what he came for…now go home.

MAN IN BLACK : No, you don’t understand Lawerence. This time I’m never going back.” 

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DR FORD heads up from the underground LAB to the Story Setting of the WESTERN DESERT. He has a quaint talk with a HOST portrayed as his younger self.  It’s here he reveals a small glimpse of his secret project.  

As the VIEWER, your curiosity takes hold. 

ACT FIVE : 

This verbal CODE offsets MAEVE to the point she suddenly awakens during a routine surgery in the LAB. She startles two robotics engineers as they preform a routine surgery on her.  

A chaotic scene develops, where she runs away within the other parts of the LAB.

She can’t believe what she’s seeing, as she notices other HOSTS in compromising screwed-up pieces. The engineers finally catch up, sedating her. One of the engineers thinks he forgot to turn off the android, but in reality, you know that’s not true. They both cover each other’s actions, saying,” Don’t speak a word of this!” 

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We are back with Delores being awakened. She finds a gun buried on her property. Next morning she discovers the gun in her chest-of-drawers. She sort of remembers, thinking last night was just a dream. Except the gun is real. She’s confused and places the gun back in the drawer.

NEXT SCENE : 

There’s a big presentation by dialogue script writer MR LEE SIZEMORE.  LEE is just waiting for DR FORD to acknowledge his artistic storyline ODYSSEY ON RED RIVER, but to his dismay DR FORD says (point blank) “NO!” 

He describes LEE’S narrative as a cheap titillation underestimating the guests. 

Dr Ford explains to Lee there’s more to a GUEST then meeting up with a HOST. It’s the connection. 

DR FORD : “There not looking for a story who tells them who they are. They already know who they are. They’re here because they want a glimpse of who they could be.” 

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During DELORES regular script routine, she heads across town after her daily shopping. She places her bought items into the pack on the horse, and like clockwork, a can of sweet condensed milk drops to the ground. This routine is her typical script, where she either interacts with the NEWCOMERS or another HOST, preferable interacting with TEDDY. 

Teddy script is to interact with Delores on a regular basis, trying his best to look after her the best he can. Unfortunately he gets killed a lot of the time.

So this time she meets up with William.  William feels a connection. 

In the background Dr Ford says,” The only thing your story tells me, Mr. Sizemore…is who you are.” 

Mr. Sizemore asks him, ” Wasn’t there anything you liked about them?” 

In turn, Dr Ford points at the boots on one of the host and asks,” What size are those boots?” 


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Bernard and Dr Ford are back in the desert. Bernard let’s Dr Ford know the board members are getting impatient and were promised a new storyline soon. 

Dr Ford says,” They shall have one. Something I’ve been working on for sometime. Something quite ORIGINAL.” 


SECOND EPISODE CLUES OR HINTS :

  1. Dolores and Maeve have both been effected by the verbal CODE. This may mean serious percussions in the near future. 
  2. Bernard is having secret meetings with Dolores, but in this episode you are unclear of his motive.
  3. You get to really understand  just how different Ford and Bernard’s perspectives are when it comes to the hosts, with Bernard having an underlying emotional connection he can’t break, while Ford is much more detached.
  4. You sense the employees are stressed out. It could be long hours and away from their family. But when a problem arises, each department passes it along to the next. No one seems to be taking responsibility. 
  5. We know the MAN IN BLACK isn’t ever going back home…but why?  Where exactly are they ???   Another planet maybe ?  Does he have a deadly disease and is he dying ? Maybe the MAN IN BLACK wants a new body, like an Androids body, that will last him forever. Is that why the MAN IN BLACK is so focused in finding the MAZE ? 
  6. Dr Ford is planning something in the desert of interest, but you aren’t sure what that is, as of yet. Could it possibly be another THEME

The Androids are becoming conscious, meaning they are starting to remember their past activities and the cruelty of its creator, using them for the mere enjoyment of the wealthy few. I smell a revolution soon #WESTWORLD

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By Bari Demersscreenwriter and freelance writer

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