The Great Automatic Grammatizator

I have often thought of harvesting my dreams for ideas. Those of you that have actually read parts of my site will remember the Thor-with-ice-horse dream I had.
I really should record them sometime, because many of my dreams happen in the third person, and have a cast of celebrities.
Or, like my favourite ones that have repeated over the years; I am in Batman: the animated series. Yes, my dreams have been drawn and colored sometimes.

Here's an example of a dream I once had that could have been a movie:

A battered green Neon sits by the side of a highway in what could be outside the Seattle area.  A man (played by Christian Bale in the dream)wakes up to tapping on his car window. He rolls down the window and says to a police officer,

Man: Sorry, officer. I was tired and I didn't want to fall asleep at the wheel, so I pulled over here. I know it isn't legal, but I figured killing someone wasn't either.

Cop: Step out of the car, sir.

Man: Sure. Yeah. Look, hey. The car isn't mine. It belongs to a friend. He knows about it though. So it's okay.

Cop: Sir, could you please step out of the car.

Man: Sure. Do you want me to take my licence out?

Cop: Just get out and keep your hands where I can see them.
(The man gets out of the car slowly. He is wearing a demin jacket and denim jeans with tan construction boots. He moves awkwardly in the clothes, like he's not sure where he fits inside the clothes)

Man: Can you tell me what the problem is, Officer?

Cop: Sure thing. The licence plate on this car matches its make and model, and was reported stolen over seven months ago. Mind telling me how you got it?

Man: I told you. It's my friends car. I borrowed it Friday, so it can't be missing that long (laughs). I borrowed it 'cause my truck is in the shop, and I gotta get out to this job. I got laid off recently.

Cop: Well it sure isn't Friday, less you mean to say you planned on borrowing it Friday. Today is Thursday.

Man: Thursday? No. I didn't sleep that long. (Scoffs) I couldn't have slept for a week. People can't do that. You're wrong. It's Sunday. How can a car be stolen for seven months when I just borrowed it?

Cop: Sir, is your name Eric Shye?

Eric: (warily) Yes.

Cop: Sir, you've been reported missing as well. Please turn around and put your hands on your head.



And that's how the dream started, like a movie. It followed a begining, middle and end, and involved escape from a psychiatric ward, electrocution, and a reconciliation with an estranged wife.
In fact, I may pursue this story. Perhaps in actual script form....

hurm?