I was on a ship in the middle of a beautiful ocean.
I was working on an actress of a movie; the plot of the movie involved a group of individuals who were hired by a wealthy man to retrieve a ancient ring from an exotic temple as he wanted it to propose to his significant other.
The movie, which was directed by Keanu Reeves for some reason (?), had all the typical characters you'd expect to see in such a film - there was the handsome main character (the hero), the pretty girl (the hero's love interest), the comic relief, the villain etc. - but I couldn't figure out for the life of me what my role was? It seemed as though if you removed my character from the movie, it would make no difference to the story whatsoever.
I brought this up and was reassured that although there was a script, depending on how we interpreted our characters and the chemistry between us actors, our roles within the story were fluid and could change at any given moment.
I suddenly got a flash forward to the end of the movie and the main character was embracing me instead of the actress playing the love interest!
Sure enough, once we started filming our scenes, my character did indeed have more natural chemistry and rapport with the lead actor than the actress hired to play the love interest.
Filming inside all of the temple's caves and tunnels was so much fun, I completely forgot that we were in a movie.
The dream then switched a little and I had given my mum and my sister an excerpt of a love scene I had written for them to read. I was apprehensive and nervous at exposing that side of my writing to them but they told me they thought it was really good and that they enjoyed it.
Feeling proud myself, I took the pages from them and tried to put them in order as they were all jumbled, but couldn't because after several attempts to make sense out of what I'd written I realised it was still in my head and I hadn't written my love scene down yet.
