WEEK 4 CHAMP MATCH: UNIVERSE 3-0 vs MMLP 2-1 UNIVERSE WINS

Universe · 12-12-2020, 11:22 PM

The Depths of You

*80 line max, as agreed upon

"Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde

......

Lower Level - Cobb

I'm in daydreams of a giant, David with Goliath's head on a thin post
Desperate to know if the window to the soul can be entered when it's closed
But if lofty goals require ladders, Interstellar stars are the door
Power of suggestion becomes part of the norm when it's too hard to ignore
The Following Memento's an artform, uncanny valley's resemble you best
But I didn't expect to scale the face of a mountain in a literal sense
Insomnia's next, give it a rest - I'm not gonna lie just for sleep
Beauty's in the eye of the beholder... I walked inside it to see
Climbed your steep peak for a sneak peek, excuse dialect that I choose
But unless IMAX'd I can't tell you how I intend to be viewed
I went in like transorbital lobotomies, removed all doubts and booby traps
Took a glimpse into your mind's eye and carved out the newest path
Found those Prestigious top hats... God knows I just lost it
If our artist didn't forget the nostrils I'd do a nosedive right off this
I see shapes in clouds, faces in mountains - each step a proof of concept
But with pareidolia, I had twisted perceptions of lucid objects
I felt the spinning top in my pocket... no one can snatch this totem loose
Bats echoed and flew passed as I entered the catacombs of you...

Upper Level - Arthur & Nash

The Subject snoozed on a barcalounger, he might be asleep for the night
Wires link his arm to a portable Somnacin intravenous device
Which lead to Cobb - out cold in a chair on the other side of the room
Nash monitored vital signs and fine-tuned his tie and his suit
Arthur paced the perimeter watching closely, he came equipped
Stopping sounds escaping lips by filling the Subject's nose with nasal strips
Nash sneeringly quipped, "It's nice we got time to help him breathe a bit..."
Arthur replied, "Last thing we need is congestion... or God forbid, a sneezing fit"
Nash said, "The sedative will keep him in LA LA land 'til we find the secret"
"It stands to reason if he wakes his subconscious can't quite retrieve it"
"Cobb's planting ideas too deep then," Arthur said, "Or Mal decided to make the trip..."
"Wait a minute," Nash interjected, "you told me his wife wouldn't be placed in this...?"
"We're planting the idea of an idea," Arthur spit, "the job's to deliver and store..."
"In his memory bank, without him knowing Cobb's been there before"
"Give him the warning..." Arthur ordered as he sat by the Subject's side
Nash aligned himself with Cobb and held a flashlight up to his eyes...

Lower Level - Cobb

I plodded along the caverns of your mind like there's a story to find
This borders on crime, but it's all just familiar territory inside
A bright glare turned blinding white... I wait for the sight to fade
Time's a wasting; The Dark Night always gives way to the light of day
A flight of stairs Rises; I can't stay on ground floors of your grasp
So I sprint toward the blinding light, racing down the corridor fast
Something's recording my actions... I ran up crumbling staircases of rot
Kicked through barricades at the top and found rare safes left unlocked
Grabbed the spinning top from my pocket - this little one hit wonder of tests
"At least your open to suggestions..." I mumbled under my breath
Placed it in an empty safe and spun it... Click. I locked it up quick
Comforted when I heard the whirring of a spinning top from within...

Upper Level - Arthur & Nash

The Subject's facial muscles twitched - a new idea committed to weary thoughts
"It takes merely seconds to feel results," Nash said, "if the sedative's wearing off..."
Arthur checked his watch, music blared, he knew then the end is close
As Edith Plath's 'Non, je ne regrette rien' grew to a crescendo...

Lower Level - Cobb

Heard the opera music and rushed to the exit; the stairs broke to the ground
I stepped to the edge of the eye and looked around... Nowhere to go but down...

Upper Level - Arthur & Nash

The Subject was groaning now... Waking up slowly from within the abyss
"We're out of time," Arthur quickly admits, "Give him the kick..."
Nash lifts Cobb off the chair, throwing his center of gravity off-kilter
Seems no matter how deep the dream, everyone has to sleep with a filter...

Lower Level - Cobb & Mal

Amidst falling debris I heard, "Phillipa and James are on the other side for us"
Mal stepped up, "You're waiting for a train..." I just shut my eyes and jumped...

Upper Level - Cobb, Arthur & Nash

Cobb plunged to the tile with a thud, he once was in limbo with kids
Others may have infinite trips but there's a definite limit to his
The Subject was regaining consciousness; Nash moved furniture around the room
Arthur turned down the music; "Everything's secure," Cobb said, "now let's move"
He yanked loose wires from his suit - Arthur wiped fingerprints clean
Nash quickly packed up the portable Somnacin intravenous machine
"It wasn't that deep of a sleep," Cobb said, "but Mal seems to be routine"
"Next time we need to go lower - I'm talking a dream within a dream"
The team leaves the apartment - We should be debating on what Cobb said
But the Subject wakes up with a long stretch, shaking off the cobwebs
His dream fading from consciousness... He's suddenly optimistic of the future
He mulls something over, rubs his nose, taking a seat in front of his computer
One useful word written on his keypad... he smiles at new visions
A guy of superstition, he picked up the phone and dialed a few digits
An all consuming idea brewing... A voice answered, quite exuberant
"Christopher Nolan! As I live and breathe... How's my favorite screenwriter doing?"
"I can't complain... I have a script idea I'd like to talk to you about"
"Are you kidding?" The voice exclaimed, "For you I can option it right now..."
He knew it would be bought without doubt in the recess of his brain
Already had characters with all their names, and an ending left unexplained
He doesn't trace where it comes from, but somehow he always finds a way
So he starts to type at length under 'INCEPTION' on the title page...

FADE IN:

DAWN. CRASHING SURF.

The waves TOSS a BEARDED MAN onto wet sand. He lies there...

https://m.imdb.com/title/tt1375666/

12-12-2020, 11:22 PM	#4
Universe Everything's Connected Join Date: Nov 2017 Location: Niagara Falls, Canada Posts: 1,001 Battle Record: 19-8 Champed - Guerrilla Writing League(2x) - GWL Picture challenge(2x) - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 10178706	The Depths of You 80 line max, as agreed upon "Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." - Oscar Wilde* ...... Lower Level - Cobb I'm in daydreams of a giant, David with Goliath's head on a thin post Desperate to know if the window to the soul can be entered when it's closed But if lofty goals require ladders, Interstellar stars are the door Power of suggestion becomes part of the norm when it's too hard to ignore The Following Memento's an artform, uncanny valley's resemble you best But I didn't expect to scale the face of a mountain in a literal sense Insomnia's next, give it a rest - I'm not gonna lie just for sleep Beauty's in the eye of the beholder... I walked inside it to see Climbed your steep peak for a sneak peek, excuse dialect that I choose But unless IMAX'd I can't tell you how I intend to be viewed I went in like transorbital lobotomies, removed all doubts and booby traps Took a glimpse into your mind's eye and carved out the newest path Found those Prestigious top hats... God knows I just lost it If our artist didn't forget the nostrils I'd do a nosedive right off this I see shapes in clouds, faces in mountains - each step a proof of concept But with pareidolia, I had twisted perceptions of lucid objects I felt the spinning top in my pocket... no one can snatch this totem loose Bats echoed and flew passed as I entered the catacombs of you... Upper Level - Arthur & Nash The Subject snoozed on a barcalounger, he might be asleep for the night Wires link his arm to a portable Somnacin intravenous device Which lead to Cobb - out cold in a chair on the other side of the room Nash monitored vital signs and fine-tuned his tie and his suit Arthur paced the perimeter watching closely, he came equipped Stopping sounds escaping lips by filling the Subject's nose with nasal strips Nash sneeringly quipped, "It's nice we got time to help him breathe a bit..." Arthur replied, "Last thing we need is congestion... or God forbid, a sneezing fit" Nash said, "The sedative will keep him in LA LA land 'til we find the secret" "It stands to reason if he wakes his subconscious can't quite retrieve it" "Cobb's planting ideas too deep then," Arthur said, "Or Mal decided to make the trip..." "Wait a minute," Nash interjected, "you told me his wife wouldn't be placed in this...?" "We're planting the idea of an idea," Arthur spit, "the job's to deliver and store..." "In his memory bank, without him knowing Cobb's been there before" "Give him the warning..." Arthur ordered as he sat by the Subject's side Nash aligned himself with Cobb and held a flashlight up to his eyes... Lower Level - Cobb I plodded along the caverns of your mind like there's a story to find This borders on crime, but it's all just familiar territory inside A bright glare turned blinding white... I wait for the sight to fade Time's a wasting; The Dark Night always gives way to the light of day A flight of stairs Rises; I can't stay on ground floors of your grasp So I sprint toward the blinding light, racing down the corridor fast Something's recording my actions... I ran up crumbling staircases of rot Kicked through barricades at the top and found rare safes left unlocked Grabbed the spinning top from my pocket - this little one hit wonder of tests "At least your open to suggestions..." I mumbled under my breath Placed it in an empty safe and spun it... Click. I locked it up quick Comforted when I heard the whirring of a spinning top from within... Upper Level - Arthur & Nash The Subject's facial muscles twitched - a new idea committed to weary thoughts "It takes merely seconds to feel results," Nash said, "if the sedative's wearing off..." Arthur checked his watch, music blared, he knew then the end is close As Edith Plath's 'Non, je ne regrette rien' grew to a crescendo... Lower Level - Cobb Heard the opera music and rushed to the exit; the stairs broke to the ground I stepped to the edge of the eye and looked around... Nowhere to go but down... Upper Level - Arthur & Nash The Subject was groaning now... Waking up slowly from within the abyss "We're out of time," Arthur quickly admits, "Give him the kick..." Nash lifts Cobb off the chair, throwing his center of gravity off-kilter Seems no matter how deep the dream, everyone has to sleep with a filter... Lower Level - Cobb & Mal Amidst falling debris I heard, "Phillipa and James are on the other side for us" Mal stepped up, "You're waiting for a train..." I just shut my eyes and jumped... Upper Level - Cobb, Arthur & Nash Cobb plunged to the tile with a thud, he once was in limbo with kids Others may have infinite trips but there's a definite limit to his The Subject was regaining consciousness; Nash moved furniture around the room Arthur turned down the music; "Everything's secure," Cobb said, "now let's move" He yanked loose wires from his suit - Arthur wiped fingerprints clean Nash quickly packed up the portable Somnacin intravenous machine "It wasn't that deep of a sleep," Cobb said, "but Mal seems to be routine" "Next time we need to go lower - I'm talking a dream within a dream" The team leaves the apartment - We should be debating on what Cobb said But the Subject wakes up with a long stretch, shaking off the cobwebs His dream fading from consciousness... He's suddenly optimistic of the future He mulls something over, rubs his nose, taking a seat in front of his computer One useful word written on his keypad... he smiles at new visions A guy of superstition, he picked up the phone and dialed a few digits An all consuming idea brewing... A voice answered, quite exuberant "Christopher Nolan! As I live and breathe... How's my favorite screenwriter doing?" "I can't complain... I have a script idea I'd like to talk to you about" "Are you kidding?" The voice exclaimed, "For you I can option it right now..." He knew it would be bought without doubt in the recess of his brain Already had characters with all their names, and an ending left unexplained He doesn't trace where it comes from, but somehow he always finds a way So he starts to type at length under 'INCEPTION' on the title page... FADE IN: DAWN. CRASHING SURF. The waves TOSS a BEARDED MAN onto wet sand. He lies there... https://m.imdb.com/title/tt1375666/ __________________ ..Passed the Present and Future..

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