Otto and the Dude Reel 3
By ice rivers
Fri, 19 Jul 2019
And just like that, except for reflection and analysis minus thought and regret, it was pretty much over. Dude never looked back. He finished his spiel and took a seat in the middle of the theatre to watch the screening of his Dad's old flick. He didn't take any questions from the audience. Pretty sure he snuck out early.
My job was done as well. I didn't sere any sense in keeping my seat way over to the right of the screen in front of the vacated rostrum.
I went up to the balcony and found some degree of calm along with an opportunity to reflect using my feelings rather than my thoughts to process what my intuition had gathered.
Certainly, paired neurons were firing between the Dude and me. What was he doing that I do? What was he doing that I was going to do in the future? What had I done that he had done? What did he know that I knew that only we two knew? What did I know that he NEEDED to know and was surprised to find out that I knew it and knew that he knew that he needed to know.
Or vice versa.
First, I felt that it was the movie that had brought us together but my intuition told me that the neuron firing was too intense for that shallow of a conclusion. There is a big difference between a guy in a movie and a guy who's a fan of that movie, not that Jeff wasn't a fan of the Dude. Even I know that.
I recognize the difference between illusion and delusion. Movies themelves are an illusion created by light and dark. Believing that movies are real and not reel is a delusion.
Dude had been in movies, I considered my whole life to be a movie or if not a movie, at least a book and if not a book at least a story and if not my whole life than at least the last three hours of it or maybe my life was three hours within which a story could be imagined, located, decided and written by somebody else and that was the purpose of my life and after that I would disappear and exist only in words that stay.
If this was true, then I was a fictional character.
Now, one thing a movie star knows a lot about is fictional characterization. Stars earn their money playing them. When Jeff looked at me, his realization neurons fired off this message. "the guy in front of me with the crappy camera is LIVING what I do for a living. He's a fictional character in a story and he doesn't understand that a) he's fictional b" he's in a story c) as a fictional character he's got a lot more in common with the Dude than I do and c) this whole realization/connection/ neuron firing thing (myself included) is part of the story that this guy is the only fictional character within but also the unreliable narrator of.
That's exactly the moment that Jeff ricocheted my "you are the Dude" vibes to him with an even more powerful "no dude, you Are the Dude, dude vibe back at me just before I turned away and looked at Ice and snapped my flashless photo.
With that, I realized the truth of my situation. I was fthe fictional part of a factual story.
I was and am a factoid like Thornton Krell.
That's my story folks although I didn't write it.
Ice Rivers wrote it.
He gets the credit or the blame.