|Dreams & Therapy| The Furious Dilemma

The scene opens on a shot of exterior shot of Project Honor FALLOUT new comer, Alice Knight's small home. The scream of the word 'FURIOUS' is heard. We see a shot of the porch where Alice's friend Ferguson is sleeping in garbage bags. He is awaken by the scream. He rushes into the house where Alice is wide awake on her bed crouched together.



Ferguson: Did that big BEE come back? Fuckin' bees!



Alice: No... i just had a nightmare... it went from disturbing, to peaceful to just... erotic...



Ferguson: ... about the bee?



Alice throws a pillow at him.



Alice: No god damn it, not about the BEE!! It was... surreal. Very messed up...



Ferguson: Bees can do that...



Alice: Oh never mind...



Ferguson: Oh you got an email. You are going to be flying to Tunisia for a FALLOUT match...



Alice: Stop reading my emails, asshole. Ugh, against who?



Ferguson: Um, some guy named Julius Fairweather...



Alice looks shocked as the scene cuts to hard black.

- - - -

Cut to outside a office building. We see a sign that says Dr. Jennifer Jacobs. In the waiting room is Alice Knight looking over her phone.



Receptionist: Alice, Dr. Jacobs will see you now...



Alice: Cool!! And you should consider getting some new magazines. NOT Pornography! I didn't say pornography!



Receptionist looks confused as Alice enters the office of Dr. Jacobs.




Alice can be seen across and well dressed woman who is taking notes as Alice speaks. This is Dr. Jennifer Jacobs.



Alice: ... and then 'the Voice' said something creepy... after he refused my request of my offering to messaging his pecker with my olive oil lotion cream... makes my hands SO soft and it would have ended all of this. End the madness. Save everyone on the roster of Project Honor. I mean the ol' farmers I stayed with never complained when we did hand stuff together. And I would use only cow milk and horse manure for lubricant. Not one to brag, Doc. But while I am against butt stuff and only allow vagina intercourse with those that really matter to me. I'm damn good with my hands. Also my mouth...



Dr. Jacobs: Please Alice, go back to your dream. Or nightmare as you refer to it...



Alice: Right... so the nightmare continues... and as we are let out of these collars. A door opens... I stayed behind. And as the door shut tight... everything went dark. i was locked in there as my best friends in the whole world, the FALLOUT roster, kept going through this maze of insanity... and I died? Did I die? Are we even allowed to talk about what happened? Was it a dream? Maybe I died... and this is the afterlife?



Dr. Jacobs: No, you didn't die, Alice. It was just a nightmare. You will be fine.



Alice: Yes you say this, but what is real? What is fake? What is life? What is death? Where is GOD? Is he a old man with a long white beard and robe? He could be like... this mug.



Alice holds up a mug.



Alice: Or... or... this table, here. He is totally this Table. He could be anything... like...



Alice knocks on the table top.



Alice: Or this other mug...



Alice points to the doctors mug.



Alice: Or..



Dr. Jacobs: What else happened in your dream?






Alice: Well... this is where it gets weird and strange. Strange and weird if you will. So after the door slams shut... I see this light. And of course like any person who sees a shiny thing you walk towards it. No table top God with a white beard... just the ocean. And I am on a small Island. Drinking out of one of those super large coconuts. In a yellow polka dot bikini. Looking great, as usual. Listening to acid jazz on a radio... and suddenly a strong man's hand taps my butt from behind me. And as I turn around... it's fellow FALLOUT roster member, Julius Fairweather!!!



Dr. Jacobs: A crush of yours?



Alice: No... not at all. He curses too much. You know me, if it's not PG13 I am not a' listening. But in this dream there was an odd attraction to him. And remember when I said no butt stuff before? In this dream... butt stuff happened, Doc. And he is a BLACK guy... so you know what that means...



Dr. Jacobs: Not sure...



Alice: Well... his tallywacker was HUGE!



Dr. Jacobs: Tallywacker?



Alice: You know... his pecker..



Dr. Jacobs: Oh...



Alice: HIS COCK! HIS DICK! PENIS! HIS FUCKING PENIS!!!



Dr. Jacobs: Okay, settle down Miss Knight. So, Mr. Fairweather sodomized you in this dream, Alice? How does that make you feel? You mentioned in another session that your father recently came out of the closet to reveal he is a homosexual... isn't that right?



Alice: I don't know what that has to do with anything? Look! I am not prejudice. I'm not racist or a homophobe. Do I approve of all the lesbians in the sport I am in? Yes and no. Or how there isn't enough African American wrestlers in this business. Mostly just a lot of sexy model lesbos. Which is fine... it's fine. Look it's fine. My dad is gay? My brother and I accepted it. But that has nothing to do with my dream...



Dr. Jacobs: Sorry, Alice.



Alice: Here's the real kicker though. After this dream I had. I find out that I have a match with Julius Fairweather on my debut match on FALLOUT. Like what are the odds? What is happening to my world? I used to be homeless. I used to jerk off Farmers for a place to sleep, eat and crap. I lived in an RV for half a decade. And now when I finally get my life together... a new wrestling home. A new fresh start. You know how it goes... it's like there are clowns to the left of me and jokers to the right and I am stuck in the middle with you...



Dr. Jacobs: That last part is a song, Alice.



Alice: Nah, pretty sure I just made that up. I am quite the poet and writer. Do you know if I huff enough glue and spray paint I will get a wicked high and wake up naked in someone's tree house in a puddle of vomit and 100 pages of a WATERWORLD sequel written out with a bic pen. Yet Universal Studios wants NO part of it...



Dr. Jacobs: You're going a bit off topic Alice.



Alice: Look, I know this is simply your job to entertain me as I pay hard good money for your little replies and answers. But listen, this is a problem for me. How can I go out there and beat and get a win over Julius when I had that dream about him? Like the nights before Wired Consequences, I dreamt I was pouring Mustard all over Martha. Beating her. Kicking her in the buttocks. And low and behold it happened, live on Pay Per View. If I am having these dreams with Fairweather... how can I beat him in REAL life when we are in the ring together? I know you think this is just a lower stakes Good Will Hunting like scene for you... but it's high stakes for me! For me!



Dr. Jacobs: I care, Alice. I am here for you, dear. I am on your side. I don't think you need to worry about these dreams. Or worry about the nightmares. It has no affect on real life. When you get in the ring with Julius Fairweather. Just bring your A-Game. Or perhaps confront Julius pre match about your feelings. But I would advise you not to do that. You don't want to show the wrong impression.



Alice: Maybe you're right. It was just a dream. It was just a random occurrence. Something tells me everything will be fine... thanks Doc.



Dr. Jacobs: Time is up... and don't forget to keep taking your medication. Call the receptionist when you need more refills.



Alice and Dr. Jacobs both stand up. Alice leans in for a kiss and hug. Dr. Jacobs stops her.



Alice: What is happening?



Dr. Jacobs: Nothing, Alice. Take care.



Alice: This is just like Good Will Hunting. I am sexy Matt Damon and you are a less hairy Robin Williams. Now let's make love JUST like they did in the movie...



Dr. Jacobs: Good bye Alice.



A frustrated Alice storms out of the room as the Dr. Jacobs writes something on her note pad. The camera zooms in on it to read what it says. It says : "Complete Diagnosis ... Psycho."



BACK AT ALICE'S HOME

10:32pm



Owlie the pet owl of Alice, is hooting from within its room. Ferguson, covered in a few ants can be seen digging in a trash can for leftovers as he is attacked by the infamous bee. He swats at it but it flies away. Alice is in her bed pulling the covers up to her eyes as she looks around nervously.



Alice: Okay... pleasant thoughts. Equals pleasant dreams. You got this... you got this... so what. You had a sexual fantasy about your opponent next week. It happens. And it will likely happen again too... And so what, he randomly picks you as one of his FAB FOUR. It happens. Just sleep...



Owlie: HOOOO! HOOOOOOOOO!



Alice: SHUT THE FUCK UP, OWLIE!!!



Alice angrily shuts off her lamp and closes her eyes...



The dreams begin...



1:54am



Alice is tossing and turning in her bed. As she speaks in her sleep.



Alice: "...get away... no..."



Alice tosses around the bed sheets, still asleep and talking.



Alice: ".. What I tell you!?! What I tell!?!? Get that away from me... it's too big!!! I'll chip a tooth on that! GO!!"



3:04am



Alice still talking in her sleep.



Alice: "... what a romantic getaway this is, Julius. Thank you... I appreciate that. I do look very pretty and sexy today. Side note, you didn't steal this hover craft did you? NO IT'S NOT A RACIST THING!!!!!"



Alice tosses and turns again.



5:23am



Alice: "... one toke over the line sweet Jesus... sweet, sweet Mary."



7:03am



Alice: "NO! Julius... it's over. You can leave now. Take ALL of your magic markers with you... i know they are OUR magic markers, but I can't have them around to look at anymore. It's over, I said... see you at Fallout!"





9:31am



Alice is peacefully sleeping yet still mumbling words in her sleep.



Alice:... and here is your winner... who just defeated Julius Fairweather... Alice THE NIGHT OWL Knight! Hoot... hoot... hoot...hoooooooo..."



Alice is about to pass out when her bedroom door slams open. It's an excited Ferguson.



Ferguson: ALICE! GREAT NEWS!



Alice jumps up on her bed unrolling the sheets. Seemingly well rested.

Alice: I have great news too...



Ferguson: You go first!



Alice: Well, not only did I break up with Julius Fairweather in my dream. I also defeated him in our match. Which means smooth sailing... mentally... now... just have to actually BEAT him in the FALLOUT match... damn. That's less fun.. But screw it, I won't let this bring me down. Gotta look at the bright side of life sometimes. At least I didn't get a sore butt in this dream... Anyway... what's your good news?



Ferguson: Well... wait... you got butt fucked in your dream?



Alice: .. ha... no...



Ferguson: Right... well it's pretty great news. Not only did I find a left over piece of pie in the garbage can last night... but as I was eating it on the toilet, checking your emails... THE BEE came back! He threatened me with his stinger, but I crushed him with the pie crust... NO! MORE! BEE! TROUBLES, ALICE!



Alice: Good job, Fergie! All well that ends well, right? And what kind of pie was it?



Ferguson: Well you still have to beat this Fairweather guy... so it's not over for you... and Pumpkin pie. Yum.



Alice: Yum indeed...Now there's only one thing left we can do... we bury our past... for good.



10:01am






Simon & Garfunkel's Scarborough Fair softly plays as it fades to the backyard of Alice's home. Ferguson and Alice walk out in their pajamas. Ferguson carrying a crayon box with the bee and his pie crust in it. Alice holding a candle with a headshot picture of Julius Fairweather. Two small holes have been dug up. With miniature crosses above the hole. Alice bends down putting the picture of Julius in the hole.



Alice: Take care sweet prince... I will miss our nonexistent relationship that happened within my dreams... see you at FALLOUT lost lover...



Alice covers the picture with dirt. Ferguson just drops his crayon box in his hole and uses his shoes to cover it up.



Ferguson: BEE GONE!



Alice laughs.



Alice:... oh... BEE... nice. Haha. You want breakfast leftovers?



Ferguson: Yum... save me some toast crusts...



Alice and Ferguson walk back to the house as the camera focuses on the two buried objects. Suddenly Owlie soars down into the dirt snatching Julius Fairweather's photo flying into the air...



Scene ends.