All language subtitles for Waking.Life.2001.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG.en

Pick a color.

- Blue.
- B-L-U-E. Pick a number.

- Eight.
- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Pick one more number.

- Fifteen.
- 1, 2, 3, 4...

...5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12,
13, 14, 15.

Pick another number.

- Six.
- Okay.

"Dream is destiny."

Rock out.

Rock 'n' roll.

Low strings. Begin!

Sara, try that thing
you asked me about.

- Will you try it more subdued?
- Okay.

- Try it, see what you think.
- That one?

But I want it to sound rich
and almost a little wavy...

...due to being a bit out of tune.

- You want it...
- Slightly detached.

That's what I was wondering.

We're going:

- Yeah. You got it.
- Okay.

Snazzy, people!

Okay, pickup to 20, please.

- This is the pickup to 20.
- Okay.

One, two, three.

Hey, it's me.
I just got back into town.

I thought I'd bum a ride,
but that's cool.

I can just take a cab,
something like that.

I guess I'll hang out with you later
or something.

Ahoy there, matey!
You in for the long haul?

Do you need a lift on down the line?

I was waiting for a cab, but...

All right. Don't miss the boat.

- Hey, thanks.
- Not a problem.

Anchors aweigh!

What do you think of my vessel?

She's "see-worthy." S-E-E.
See with your eyes.

My transport should be an extension
of my personality. Voilà!

And this is my window to the world.
Every minute's a different show.

I may not understand it
or agree with it...

...but I accept it
and just sort of glide along.

Keep things on an even keel, I say.

Go with the flow.
The sea refuses no river.

The idea is to remain in a state
of departure, while always arriving.

It saves on introductions
and goodbyes.

The ride requires no explanation,
just occupants.

That's where you come in.

It's like you come onto this planet
with a crayon box.

You may get the eight-pack
or the 16-pack...

...but it's all in what you do with
the crayons, the colors you're given.

Don't worry about coloring
within the lines.

Color outside the lines
and off the page! Don't box me in!

We're in motion to the ocean.
We are not landlocked!

So where do you want out?

Who, me? Am I first? I don't know.
Really, anywhere is fine.

- Just give me an address, okay?
- Uh...

Tell you what.
Go up three more streets.

Take a right. Go two more blocks.
Drop him off on the next corner.

Where's that?

I don't know, but it's somewhere.

And it'll determine the course
of the rest of your life.

All ashore that's going ashore!

Toot, toot.

I refuse to take existentialism
as just another fashion...

...or historical curiosity...

...because it has something important
to offer for the new century.

I'm afraid we're losing the real
virtues of living life passionately...

...taking responsibility
for who you are...

...making something of yourself
and feeling good about life.

Existentialism is often discussed
as a philosophy of despair...

...but I think it's the opposite.

Sartre once said he never really
felt a day of despair in his life.

One thing that comes
from these guys...

...is not a sense of anguish
so much as...

...an exuberance of feeling
on top of it.

It's like your life
is yours to create.

I've read
the postmodernists with interest.

But I always have this awful,
nagging feeling...

...that something essential
is left out.

The more you talk about a person...

...as a social construction
or a confluence of forces...

...or as fragmented or marginalized...

...then you open up
a whole new world of excuses.

When Sartre talks about
responsibility, it's not abstract.

It's not the kind of self or soul
that theologians argue about.

It's something concrete.
It's us talking...

...making decisions
and taking the consequences.

There are six billion
people in the world.

Nevertheless, what you do
makes a difference.

It makes a difference
in material terms and to other people.

It sets an example.

The message is, we should
never write ourselves off...

...and see ourselves as victims
of various forces.

It's always our decision who we are.

Creation comes out of imperfection.

It seems to come out of a striving
and a frustration.

This is where, I think,
language came from.

I mean, it came from our desire
to transcend our isolation...

...and have some connection
with one another.

It had to be easy when
it was just simple survival.

"Water." We came up
with a sound for that.

"Tiger behind you!"
We made a sound for that.

But when it gets really
interesting, I think...

...is when we use
that same system of symbols...

...to communicate all the abstract and
intangible things we're experiencing.

What is "frustration"?
Or what is "anger" or "love"?

When I say "love"...

...the sound comes out of my mouth
and hits the other person's ear...

...travels through this byzantine
conduit in their brain...

...through their memories of love
or lack of love.

They say they understand, but how
do I know? Because words are inert.

They're just symbols. They're dead.
You know?

And so much of our experience
is intangible.

So much of what we perceive cannot
be expressed. It's unspeakable.

And yet, you know, when we
communicate with one another...

...and we feel we have connected
and think we're understood...

...I think we have a feeling
of almost spiritual communion.

That feeling may be transient,
but it's what we live for.

To look at human development,
look at the organism's evolution...

...and his environmental interaction.

Evolution of the organism begins
with evolution through the hominid...

...coming to the evolution of man.
Neanderthal, Cro-Magnon.

Now, what you're looking at here
are three strings:

Biological, anthropological,
development of cultures...

...and cultural,
which is human expression.

What you've seen is the evolution
of populations, not individuals.

Then look at the time scale involved.

Two billion years for life,
six million for the hominid...

...100,000 years for mankind
as we know it.

You see how the evolutionary
paradigm telescopes.

Then when you get to agriculture,
scientific and industrial revolution...

...you're looking at 10,000 years,
400 years, 150 years.

You see a further telescoping
of evolutionary time.

As we go through the new evolution...

...it will telescope to the point
where we see it within our lifetime.

The new evolution stems
from two types of information:

Digital and analog.
Digital is artificial intelligence.

Analog results from molecular biology
and cloning.

You knit the two with neurobiology.

Under the old paradigm, one would
die, the other would dominate.

Under the new paradigm, they exist
as a supportive...

...non-competitive grouping,
independent from the external.

So evolution now becomes an
individually centered process...

...emanating from the individual...

...not a passive process with the
individual at the collective's whim.

So you produce a neo-human...

...with a new individuality,
a new consciousness.

That's only the beginning
of the cycle.

As it proceeds,
the input is this new intelligence.

As intelligence piles on intelligence,
ability on ability...

...the speed changes until you reach
a crescendo.

Imagine it as an instant fulfillment
of human and neo-human potential.

It could be the amplification
of the individual...

...the multiplication of individual,
parallel existences...

...with the individual no longer
restricted by time and space.

And the manifestations of this
neo-human evolution...

...could be dramatically
counterintuitive.

The old evolution is cold,
it's sterile. It's efficient.

Its manifestations are
those of social adaption.

You're talking about parasitism,
dominance, morality...

...war, predation.

These will be subject to de-emphasis
and de-evolution.

The new paradigm would give us
the traits...

...of truth, loyalty,
justice and freedom.

These would be manifestations of
this evolution. That's what we hope.

Self-destructive man feels completely
alienated. Utterly alone.

He's an outsider to the community.

He thinks to himself,
"I must be insane."

What he fails to realize
is that society has, as he does...

...an interest in considerable
losses, in catastrophes.

Wars, famines, floods and quakes
meet well-defined needs.

Man wants chaos.
In fact, he's gotta have it.

Depression, strife, riots, murder.
All this dread.

We're drawn to that almost orgiastic
state created out of destruction.

It's in all of us. We revel in it.

The media puts a sad face on things,
painting them as human tragedies.

But the media's function is not
to eliminate the evils of the world.

They persuade us to accept those evils
and get used to living with them.

The powers that be
want us to be passive observers.

Have you got a match?

They haven't given us any other
options, outside the occasional...

...purely symbolic,
participatory act of "voting."

Do you want the puppet on the right
or the puppet on the left?

The time has come to project my
inadequacies and dissatisfactions...

...into the sociopolitical
and scientific schemes.

Let my own lack of a voice be heard.

I keep thinking about
something you said.

- Something I said?
- Yeah.

About feeling like you
observe your life...

...from the perspective of
an old woman about to die. Remember?

Yeah. I still feel that way sometimes.

Like I'm looking back on my life.

Like my waking life is her memories.

Exactly.

I heard that Tim Leary said
as he was dying...

...he looked forward to when his
body was dead but his brain was alive.

Those six to 12 minutes of brain
activity after everything shuts down.

And a second of dream consciousness
is infinitely longer than a waking one.

- Know what I mean?
- Yeah.

Like, I wake up at 10:12.
Then I go back to sleep...

...and have long, intricate dreams that
seem hours long. Then I wake up and...

...it's 10:13.

Exactly. So in that six to 12 minutes
of brain activity...

...that could be your life.

You are that woman,
looking back over everything.

If I am? What would you be in that?

Whatever I am now.

I mean, maybe I only exist
in your mind.

I'm still just as real
as anything else.

Yeah.

I've been thinking about
something you said.

What's that?

About reincarnation, and where
all the new souls come from over time.

Everybody always...

...says they're the reincarnation
of Cleopatra or Alexander the Great.

You know they were a dumb fuck
like everyone else.

I mean, it's impossible.

The world population has doubled
in the past 40 years.

- So if you believe in one eternal soul...
- Uh-huh.

...you have a 50% chance of your soul
being over 40.

For it to be over 150 years old,
it's only one out of six.

Are you saying reincarnation doesn't
exist? Or we're all young souls?

- Half of us are first-round humans?
- No, no.

- What I'm saying...
- What's your point?

I believe reincarnation
is a poetic expression...

...of what collective memory is.

- I read an article by a biochemist.
- Right.

He said when a member
of a species is born...

...it has a billion years
of memory to draw on.

This is where we inherit
our instincts.

I like that. Like there's...

...this telepathic thing going on
that we're a part of...

...whether we're conscious of it
or not. That would explain these...

...seemingly spontaneous, worldwide,
innovative leaps in science and art.

Like the same results popping up
everywhere, independent of each other.

A guy on a computer figures something
out and simultaneously...

...a bunch of people
figure out the same thing.

They did this study.
They isolated a group over time...

...and they monitored their abilities
at crossword puzzles...

- Uh-huh.
...in relation to the population.

Then they secretly gave them a day-old
crossword. One already done by people.

Their scores went up dramatically.
Like 20%.

It's like once the answers are out
there, people can pick up on them.

It's like we're all telepathically
sharing our experiences.

I'll get you fuckers
if it's the last thing I do.

You're gonna pay
for what you did to me.

For every second I spend
in this hellhole...

...I'll see you spend a year
in living hell!

You fucks will beg me to let you die.
But no, not yet.

I want you cocksuckers to suffer.

I'll fix your asses.
Maybe a long needle in your eardrum.

Or a hot cigar in your eye.

Nothing fancy.

Some molten lead up the ass?

Or, better still,
some of that old Apache shit.

Cut your eyelids off.

I'll just listen to you fucks
screaming.

What sweet music that'll be.

We'll do it in the hospital...

...with doctors and nurses,
so you pricks don't die too quick.

You know the best part?

The best part is you faggots
will have your eyelids cut off...

...so you'll have to watch me
do it to you.

You'll see me bring that cigar closer
and closer to your wide-open eye...

...till you're almost
out of your mind. But not quite.

I want it to last a long, long time.

I want you to know it's me.
I'm the one doing it to you. Me!

That sissy psychiatrist,
what unmitigated ignorance!

And that old drunken fart of a judge.
What a pompous ass!

Judge not, lest ye be judged!

All of you pukes are gonna die
the day I get out of this shithole!

I guarantee you'll regret
the day you met me!

In today's world-view,
science has taken the place of God...

...but some philosophical
problems are still troubling.

Take free will.

This problem has been around
since Aristotle, in 350 B.C.

St. Augustine and Thomas Aquinas
worried how we can be free...

...if God already knows
what we're gonna do.

Nowadays, we know the world works
by fundamental physical laws.

These laws govern the behavior
of every object in the world.

Since these laws are trustworthy, they
enable technological achievements.

We're physical systems too. Complex
arrangements of carbon, mostly water.

Our behavior isn't an
exception to these laws.

So whether it's God setting things up
in advance and knowing everything...

...or physical laws governing us,
there's not much room for freedom.

You might want to ignore
the mystery of free will.

To say, "It's a historical
anecdote, it's sophomoric.

It's a question with no answer.
Forget about it."

But the question remains. If you think
about individuality, who you are...

...is based on the free choices
you make. Or take responsibility.

You're only held responsible
or admired or respected...

...for things you do
of your own free will.

The question keeps coming
and we have no solution.

Decisions can seem like charades.

Imagine it. There's electrical
activity in the brain. Neurons fire...

...sending a signal through the nerves
into the muscle fibers. They twitch.

You reach out your arm.
It looks like a free action...

...but every part of that process...

...is governed by physical laws.
Chemical, electrical, and so on.

It looks like the big bang
set the initial conditions...

...and the whole
rest of human history...

...is the reaction of subatomic
particles to basic physical laws.

We think we're special,
we have dignity.

That now is threatened.
It's challenged by this picture.

You might say, "What about quantum
mechanics? I know enough...

...to know it's a
probabilistic theory.

It's loose, not deterministic.
It lets us understand free will."

But if you look at details
it won't really help...

...because you have quantum particles,
and their behavior is random.

They sort of swerve.
Their behavior is absurd...

...and unpredictable. We can't
study it based on what came before.

It has a probabilistic framework.

Is freedom just
a matter of probabilities?

Randomness in a chaotic system?

I'd rather be a gear in
a deterministic, physical machine...

...than some random swerving.

We can't ignore the problem. We must
find room in our world-view for persons.

Not just bodies, but persons.
There's the freedom problem...

...find room for choice and responsibility
and understanding individuality.

"You can't fight city hall."

"Death and taxes." "Don't talk about
politics or religion."

This is all the equivalent
of enemy propaganda.

Lay down, G.I! Lay down, G.I!

We saw it in the 20th century. Now, in
the 21st century, we must realize...

...that we cannot be crammed
into this rat maze.

We should not submit
to dehumanization!

I'm concerned with what's
happening in this world.

I'm concerned with structure,
the systems of control.

Those who control my life and those
who seek to control it more!

I want freedom!
And that's what you should want!

It's up to each of us to turn loose
the greed, hatred, envy...

...and insecurities, their mode of
control. We feel pathetic, small...

...so we'll willingly give up our
sovereignty, liberty and destiny.

We must realize we're being
conditioned on a mass scale.

Challenge the corporate slave state!

The 21st century is a new century.
Not the century of slavery...

...lies and issues
of no significance...

...and classism, statism
and other modes of control.

It'll be an age of humankind standing
up for something pure and right.

What a bunch of garbage. Liberal
Democrat, conservative Republican.

Two sides of the same coin!

Two management teams...

...bidding for the CEO job
of Slavery, Inc!

The truth is out there,
but they lay out a buffet of lies!

I'm sick of it! And I'm not
gonna take a bite out of it!

Resistance is not futile!
We will win this!

Humankind is too good!
We're not underachievers!

We'll stand up and be human beings!
We'll get fired up about real things!

Creativity and the dynamic human
spirit that refuses to submit!

Well, that's all I got to say.
It's in your court.

The quest is to be
liberated from the negative...

...which is really our
own will to nothingness.

Once having said yes to the instant,
the affirmation is contagious.

It bursts into a chain of affirmations
that knows no limit.

To say yes to one instant...

...is to say yes to all of existence.

The main character is
what I call "the mind."

Its mastery, its capacity
to represent.

In history, attempts have been made...

...to contain experiences which
happen at the edge of the limit...

...where the mind is vulnerable.

But I think we are in a very
significant moment in history.

Those moments, those what we
might call liminal, limit, frontier...

...X- zone experiences are
now becoming the norm.

These multiplicities and distinctions
send differences, giving...

...great difficulty to the old mind.

And through entering into their
very essence...

...tasting and feeling their
uniqueness...

...one makes a breakthrough
to that common...

...something that holds
them together.

And so the main character
is to this new mind...

...greater, greater mind.

A mind that yet is to be.

And when we enter into that mode...

...you can see a radical subjectivity.

Radical attunement to individuality,
uniqueness, to the mind.

It opens itself to a vast objectivity.

So the story is of the cosmos now.

The moment is not just
a passing empty, nothing, yet...

...this is the way in which
these secret passages happen.

Yes, it's empty with such fullness...

...that the great moment,
the great life...

...of the universe is pulsating in it.

And each one, each object,
each place...

...each act, leaves mark.

And that story is singular.
But, in fact, it's story after story.

It dissolves into
quick-moving particles that swirl.

Either I'm moving fast, or time is.
Never both simultaneously.

It's such a strange paradox.

I'm closer to the end of my life
than I've ever been...

...but I feel more than ever that
I have all the time in the world.

When I was younger,
there was a need for...

...certainty. I had to get
to the end of the path.

I know what you mean.
I remember thinking:

Someday, in my mid-30s maybe...

...everything's going to somehow
gel and settle.

- Mm-hm.
- Just end.

It was like there was a plateau...

...waiting for me. I was climbing up.
When I got to the top...

...all growth and change would stop.

- Even exhilaration.
- Oh.

But it hasn't happened,
thank goodness.

In our youth, we don't take into
account our curiosity.

That's what's great about being human.

Yeah. You know what Benedict Anderson
says about identity?

- No.
- He talks about, say, a baby picture.

You pick up this two-dimensional image
and say, "That's me."

To connect this baby in this weird
image with yourself in the present...

...you have to make up a story.

"This is me when I was a year old.
Later, I had long hair...

...and then we moved to Riverdale,
and here I am."

So it takes a story
that's actually a fiction...

...to make you and the baby identical.

- To create your identity.
- The funny thing is...

...our cells completely
regenerate every seven years.

We've been several different people.

And yet, we always remain
quintessentially ourselves.

Our critique began as all critiques
begin, with doubt.

Doubt became our narrative.

Ours was a quest for
a new story, our own.

We grasped for this new history,
driven by suspicion...

...that ordinary language
couldn't tell it.

Our past appeared frozen in the
distance, and our every gesture...

...signified negation of the old
world and the reach for a new one.

How we lived created a new situation
of exuberance and friendship.

A subversive micro-society
in the heart of an ignoring society.

Art was not the goal, but the occasion
and method for locating our rhythm...

...and buried possibilities
of our time.

It was about the true discovery of
communication. Or the quest for such.

Finding and losing it.

We, the unappeased,
continued looking...

...filling silences with
wishes, fears, fantasies.

Driven on by the fact that no matter
how empty the world seemed...

...no matter how
degraded and used-up...

...anything was possible.
Given the right circumstances...

...a new world was just
as likely as an old one.

There are two kinds of sufferers:

Those who suffer
from a lack of life...

...and those who suffer from
an overabundance of life.

I've always found myself
in the second category.

When you think of it, almost all
human behavior and activity...

...is essentially no different
from animal behavior.

The most advanced technologies
and craftsmanship bring us at best...

...up to the super-chimpanzee level.

Actually, the gap between, say, Plato
or Nietzsche and the average human...

...is greater than between that
chimpanzee and the average human.

The realm of the real spirit...

...the true artist, the saint, the
philosopher, is rarely achieved.

Why so few?

Why is world history and evolution
not stories of progress...

...but an endless and futile
addition of zeros?

No greater values have developed.

Hell, the Greeks 3000 years
ago were just as advanced as we are.

What are the barriers
that keep people...

...from reaching anywhere near
their real potential?

The answer to that can be found in
another question, and that's this:

Which is the most universal
human characteristic?

Fear...

...or laziness?

What are you writing?

A novel.

What's the story?

There's no story. It's just...

...people, gestures, moments.

Bits of rapture. Fleeting emotions.

In short...

...the greatest stories ever told.

Are you in the story?

I don't think so.

But then I'm kind of reading it
and then writing it.

It was in the desert, the middle of
nowhere, on the way to Vegas.

So you know, every once
in a while a car would stop for gas.

It was the last gas stop before Vegas.

There was a chair and a cash register.
That was all the room there was.

I was asleep and I heard a noise.

You know, just like in my mind.
So I got up...

...and I walked out
and stood on the curb...

...where the gas station ends.
You know, the driveway.

I'm rubbing my eyes,
trying to see what's going on.

And way down, at the very end of the
gas station, they had tire racks...

...with chains around them.

And I see there's
an Econoline van down there.

And a guy with his T-shirt off.

And he's packing this Econoline van...

...with all these tires.

He's got the last two tires
in his hands.

Pushes them into the thing.
And I, of course, I go, "Hey, you!"

This guy turns around.
He's got no shirt on. He's sweating.

Built like a brick shithouse.
Pulls out a knife, 12 inches long...

...and starts running at me
as fast as he can, going:

Haaaa!

I'm still:

"This is wrong."

I walked in...

...stuck my hand behind the register
where the owner kept a.41 revolver.

I pull it out...

...cock the trigger...

...and as I turn around, he's coming
through the door. I saw his eyes.

I'll never forget this guy's eyes.

He just had bad thoughts
about me in his eyes.

I fired a round and it hit him,
boom, right in the chest.

Bang! As fast as he came in the door,
he went out the door.

He went right up between
the two pumps, ethyl and regular.

He must have been on drugs, on speed
or something, because he stood up.

He still had the knife, and blood
was just all over his chest.

He stood up and went like that,
just moved a little. I'm in shock.

So I held the trigger back and fanned the
hammer, it was one of those old-time:

I blew him out of the gas station.

Ever since then, I always carry this.

A well-armed populace
is the best defense against tyranny.

I'll drink to that.

You know, I haven't fired this in
a long time, I don't know if it works.

Pull the trigger and find out.

Hey, man, I guess you already
took off or something.

Remind me to tell you about this dream
I had. There was some funny stuff.

All right, man.
I guess I'll catch you later. Okay.

...in the bareback riding.
Copenhagen William from Mike sankey...

Then, for a hatband,
sew it into the inside...

I do not await the future...

...anticipating salvation, absolution
or even enlightenment.

I believe that this flawed perfection
is sufficient and complete...

...in every single, ineffable moment.

- The Blond Bee, Firefly, snake...

- lunatic macaroni munchkin
with my goo-gat...

- venerable tradition of sorcerers,
shamans and visionaries...

...who have perfected
the art of dream travel...

...the so-called lucid dream state,
where, by controlling your dreams...

...you can discover things beyond your
apprehension in your awake state.

- Winning back-to...

she tells him what Felix is doing.

A single ego
is an absurdly narrow vantage...

...from which to view this experience.

Where most consider their
relationship to the universe...

...I contemplate relationships
of my various selves to one another.

While most with mobility
problems can barely get around...

...at age 92, Joy Cullison's
out seeing the world.

Hey, how's it going?

They say dreams are real
only as long as they last.

Can't we say that about life?

A lot of us are mapping the
mind-body relationship of dreams.

We're called oneironauts,
explorers of the dream world.

There are two opposing states
of consciousness...

...that don't oppose at all.

In the waking world, the neuro system
inhibits the vividness of memories.

It makes evolutionary sense.

It'd be maladapted if a predator...

...could be mistaken
for the memory of one...

...and vice versa.
If the memory of a predator...

...conjured up a perceptual image...

...we'd run whenever we
had a scary thought.

Your serotonic neurons
inhibit hallucinations.

They themselves are inhibited
during REM sleep.

This allows dreams to appear real
but prevents competition...

...from other perceptions.

This is why dreams
are mistaken for reality.

To the functional system of neural
activity that creates our world...

...there is no difference between
dreaming a perception and an action...

...and actually the waking
perception and action.

A friend once told me the worst
mistake you can make...

...is to think that you are alive...

...when really you're asleep
in life's waiting room.

The trick is to combine your waking
rational abilities...

...with the infinite possibilities
of your dreams.

Because if you can do that,
you can do anything.

Ever have a job you hated
and worked real hard at?

A long, hard day of work, finally you
go home, get in bed, close your eyes.

Then you wake up and realize the whole
day at work had been a dream.

It's bad enough you sell
your waking life for...

...minimum wage, but now
they get your dreams for free.

Hey, man, what are you doing here?

I fancy myself a social lubricator
of the dream world...

...helping people get lucid easier.

Cut out the fear and anxiety
and just rock 'n' roll.

Becoming lucid, you mean knowing
you're dreaming?

Then you can control it. They're more
realistic than non-lucid dreams.

I just woke from a dream.

It wasn't typical, more like
I was in an alternate universe.

Yep, it's real. Technically,
it's a phenomenon of sleep...

...but you can have so much
fun in dreams.

- And everyone knows, fun rules.
- Yeah.

- What was going on in your dream?
- A lot of people talking.

Some was absurdist,
like from a strange movie.

Mostly people went off about
whatever, really intensely.

I woke up wondering...

...where did this stuff come from?
- You can control that.

- You have these dreams a lot?
- I always make the best of it.

You have to realize you're
dreaming in the first place.

To recognize it.

You have to be able to ask yourself,
"Is this a dream?"

Most people never ask themselves that,
awake or asleep.

People sleepwalk in the waking
state and wakewalk through dreams.

They don't get much out of it.

What snapped me into realizing
I was dreaming was my clock.

I couldn't read it,
like the circuitry was screwed up.

That's common. Small printed material
is pretty tough too. Very unstable.

Another tip-off is trying
to adjust light levels. You can't.

If you see a light switch nearby,
see if it works.

You can't do that in a lucid dream.

What the hell? I can fly around, have
a conversation with Albert Schweitzer.

I can explore new
dimensions of reality.

Not to mention, I can have any kind
of sex I want. Which is way cool.

So I can't adjust lights!

So that's what you do to test
if you're dreaming?

You can train yourself to recognize it.

Hit a switch now and then.

If the lights are on and you can't
turn them off, you're dreaming.

Then you can get down to business.
And it's unlimited.

- Know what I've been working on?
- What?

It's way ambitious.
But I'm getting better at it.

You'll dig this.

Three-sixty vision, man. I can see
in all directions. Cool, huh?

Yeah! Man...
Well, I gotta go, man.

Later. Super perfundo
on the early eve of your day.

What's that mean?

I've never figured it out.
Maybe you can.

This guy always whispers it in my ear.

Louis.
He's a recurring dream character.

Cinema, in its essence...

...is about reproduction of reality,
which is, reality is reproduced.

For him,
it's not a storytelling medium.

He feels like...

...like film... Like literature
is better for telling a story.

Mm-hm. Yeah.

Like if you tell a joke.
"A guy walks into a bar...

...and sees a dwarf."

That works. You imagine a guy and a
dwarf in a bar, and it's imaginative.

But in film,
you film a specific guy...

...in a specific bar with a specific
dwarf who looks a certain way.

Like, for Bazin, what
the ontology of film has to do with...

...is what photography has...
- Right.

...except it adds time
and greater realism.

So it's about that guy,
at that moment, in that space.

And Bazin is, like, a Christian,
so he believes...

...in God, obviously,
and that everything...

For him, reality and God are the same.

So what film is actually capturing is,
like, God incarnate, creating...

...and, like this very moment,
God is manifesting as this.

What film would capture
here right now...

...would be God as this table, as you,
as me. God looking how we look...

...saying and thinking what we think,
because we're all God manifest.

Mm-hm.

So film is a record of God,
or the ever-changing face of God.

You have a mosquito. Want me to?

- You got it.
- I got it?

- Yeah, you got it.
- Okay.

Hollywood has taken film and made it
a storytelling medium. You take...

...books or stories, get a script
and find someone who fits it.

It's ridiculous.
It shouldn't be based on the script.

It should be based on the person
or the thing.

They're right to have the star system.
Then it's about that person...

- Right, yeah.
...instead of the story.

Truffaut said the best films
aren't made...

The best scripts
don't make the best films.

They have a narrative
you're a slave to.

The best films are the ones
that aren't tied to that, slavishly.

So the narrative thing seems to me...

There's narrativity to film
because it's in time, like music.

But you don't think of the story of
the song. It comes out of the moment.

That's what film has.
It's that moment, which is holy.

This moment is holy.
We walk around like it's not.

Like there are some holy moments
and others are not.

Right.

Like, this moment is holy. Film lets us
see that, can frame it so we see it.

"Holy, holy, holy" moment by moment.
But who can live that way?

Because if I were to look at you and
let you be holy, I would stop talking.

You'd be in the moment.
The moment is holy, right?

Yeah, I'd be open.
I'd look in your eyes...

...I'd cry and I'd feel this stuff,
and that's not polite.

It'd make you uncomfortable.

You could laugh too.
Why would you cry?

Well, I don't know.
For me, I just tend to cry.

Uh-huh. Well, is the?

Let's do it right now.
Let's have a holy moment.

Okay.

- Everything is layers.
- Yeah.

There's the holy moment, then...

...the awareness of it. Like in film,
the actual moment happens...

...then the character pretends to be
in a different reality. It's layers.

I was in and out of the holy moment,
looking at you.

You can't...
You're unique that way, Caveh.

That's one of the reasons I enjoy you.
You can bring me into that.

If the world is false and nothing
is true, then everything is possible.

On the way to finding what we love, we
find what blocks us from our desire.

Comfort will never be comfortable.

A systematic questioning of happiness.

Cut the vocal cords of every empowered
speaker and devalue currency.

To confront the familiar.
Society is a fraud so complete...

...and venal, it demands
to be destroyed beyond memory.

If there's fire, we'll carry gas.

Interrupt everyday experience
and the expectations that go with it.

Live as if things depend
on your actions.

Rupture the spell
of the consumer society...

...so our repressed desires
can come forward.

Demonstrate what life is
and what it could be.

To immerse ourselves
in the oblivion of actions.

There'll be an intensity never known.
To exchange love and hate...

...terror and redemption.

Affirmation of freedom so reckless
it amounts to a denial of limitation.

- Hey, what are you doing?
- I'm not sure.

You need any help getting down, sir?

No, I don't think so.

Stupid bastard.

No worse than us.
He's all action, no theory.

We're all theory and no action.

Why so glum, Mr. Deborg?

What was missing
was felt irretrievable.

The extreme uncertainties
of subsisting without working...

...made excesses necessary...

...and breaks definitive.

To quote Stevenson:

"Suicide carried off many.

Drink and the devil...

...took care of the rest."

- Hey!
- Hey.

Are you a dreamer?

Yeah.

I haven't seen too many around lately.

Things have been tough for dreamers.

They say dreaming's dead.
No one does it anymore.

It's not dead.
It's just been forgotten.

Removed from our language.

Nobody teaches it,
so no one knows it exists.

The dreamer's banished to obscurity.

I'm trying to change that.
I hope you are too...

...by dreaming every day.

Dreaming with our hands and minds.

Our planet is facing the greatest
problems it's ever faced. Ever.

So don't be bored.

This is the most exciting time
we could have hoped to be alive.

And things are just starting.

A thousand years is
an instant. There's nothing new.

The same pattern over and over.
The same insights felt long ago.

There's nothing here for me now.

Now I remember. This happened
to me before. This is why I left.

You have begun to find answers.

Though difficult,
the rewards will be great.

Exercise your mind fully,
knowing it is only an exercise.

Build artifacts, solve problems,
explore the secrets of the universe.

Savor input from all the senses.

Feel joy, sorrow, laughter, empathy.
Tuck the memory in your travel bag.

I remember where I'm from
and how I became human.

Why I hung around.
Now my departure is scheduled.

This way out. Escaping velocity.
Not just eternity, but infinity.

- Excuse me.
- Excuse me.

Hey.

Could we do that again?
I know we haven't met...

...but I don't want to be an ant.

We go through life
bouncing off one another...

...continuously on ant autopilot...

...with nothing really human
required of us.

Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there.

All action basically for survival.

All communication to keep
the ant colony buzzing along...

...in an efficient, polite manner.

"Here's your change."
"Paper or plastic?" "Credit or debit?"

"Want ketchup with that?"

I don't want a straw,
I want real human moments.

I want to see you.
I want you to see me.

I don't want to give that up.
I don't want to be an ant, you know?

Yeah, no...

...I don't want to be an ant, either.

Thanks for kind ofjostling me there.
I've been...

...on zombie autopilot. I don't feel
like an ant, but I look like one.

D.H. Lawrence had this idea
of two people meeting...

...and instead ofjust passing...

...they accept "the confrontation
between their souls."

It's like freeing the brave,
reckless gods within us all.

Then it's like we have met.

I'm doing a
soap opera, you might be interested.

The characters are the fantasy
lives of the performers in it.

So figure out something you've always
wanted to do, or a life you want...

...something like that.
We write that in...

...then you intersect with others
in some typical soap-opera fashion.

Then I also want to show it live,
with the actors present.

So once the episode's screened...

...the audience can direct the actors
for subsequent episodes with menus.

It has to do with choices...

...and honoring people's ability
to say what it is they want to see...

...and consumerism and art
and commodity...

...and if you don't like it, send it
back, and you get what you pay for...

...or just participating, you know,
making choices.

So do you want to do it?

Yeah, that sounds really cool.
I'd love to be in it, but...

...I gotta ask you a question first.
I don't know how to say it, but...

What's it like to be a character
in a dream? Because...

...I'm not awake right now. I haven't
worn a watch since 4th grade.

I think this is the same watch too.

I don't know if you're able
to answer that question.

I'm just trying to get a sense
of where I am and what's going on.

What about you? What's your name?

What's your address?
What are you doing?

I can't really remember right now.
I can't really recall.

But that's beside the point, whether
I can dredge up information about...

...my address, or my mom's
maiden name or whatnot.

I've got the benefit in this reality,
if you call it that...

...of a consistent perspective.

What is your consistent perspective?

It's mostly just me
dealing with a lot of people...

...who are exposing me
to information and ideas...

...that seem vaguely familiar.

But at the same time,
it's all very alien to me.

I'm not in an objective,
rational world.

Like, I've been flying around...

It's weird,
because it's not a fixed state.

It's more like a whole spectrum
of awareness.

The lucidity wavers.
Right now I know I'm dreaming.

We're even talking about it. This is...

...the most in myself
and in my thoughts I've been so far.

I'm talking about being in a dream.

But I'm beginning to think...

...it's something I don't have
any precedent for.

It's totally unique.

The quality of the environment...

...and the information I'm receiving.
Like your soap opera, for example.

That's a really cool idea!

I didn't come up with that.
It's outside myself...

...like something transmitted
to me externally.

I don't know what this is.

We think we're so limited
by the world and the confines...

...but we're really
just creating them.

You keep trying to figure it out,
but now you know you're dreaming...

...you can do anything.
You're dreaming, but you're awake.

You have...

...so many options,
and that's what life is about.

I understand what you're saying.
It's up to me, I'm the dreamer.

It's weird.

So much of the information...

...these people have been imparting...

...has got this
really heavy connotation to it.

Well, how do you feel?

Sometimes I feel kind of isolated.

Most of the time, I feel connected,
engaged in this active process.

Which is weird. Most of the time
I've been passive, not responding...

...except for now.

I've let information wash over me.

It's not necessarily passive
to not respond verbally.

We're communicating
on so many levels simultaneously.

Perhaps you're perceiving directly.

Most of the people I've encountered
and the things I want to say...

...it's like they say it for me,
almost at my cue.

It's complete unto itself.

It's not a bad dream.
It's a great dream.

But...

...it's so unlike any other dream
I've ever had before.

It's like "the" dream.

It's like I'm being prepared
for something.

"On this bridge," Lorca warns...

..."life is not a dream.

Beware and...

...beware and beware."

So many think because "then"
happened, "now" isn't.

But didn't I mention? The ongoing
"wow" is happening right now.

We are all coauthors
of this dancing exuberance...

...where even our inabilities
are having a roast.

We are the authors of ourselves,
coauthoring a Dostoyevsky novel...

...starring clowns.

This thing we're involved with,
the world...

...is an opportunity to exhibit
how exciting alienation can be.

Life is a matter of a miracle...

...collected by moments flabbergasted
to be in each other's presence.

The world is an exam...

...to see if we can rise
into the direct experiences.

Eyesight is a test
to see if we can see beyond it.

Matter is a test for our curiosity.

Doubt is an exam for our vitality.

Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather
participate in life than write.

Giacometti was once run down by a car.

He recalled falling
into a lucid faint...

...a sudden exhilaration...

...as he realized
something was happening to him.

One assumes you can't understand
life and live simultaneously.

I don't agree entirely. Which is
to say, I don't exactly disagree.

I would say that life understood
is life lived.

But the paradoxes bug me.

I can learn to love, and make love,
to the paradoxes that bug me.

And on romantic evenings of self...

...I go salsa dancing
with my confusion.

Before you drift off, don't forget...

...which is to say, remember.

Because remembering is so much more
a psychotic activity than forgetting.

Lorca, in that same poem, said...

...that the iguana will bite
those who do not dream.

And, as one realizes...

...that one is a dream figure
in another person's dream...

...that is self-awareness.

You haven't met yourself yet.

But the advantage to meeting others
in the meantime...

...is that one of them
may present you to yourself.

Examine the nature of everything
you observe.

For instance,
you might find yourself...

...walking through
a dream parking lot.

And, yes, those are dream feet
inside your dream shoes.

Part of your dream self.

And so, the person you appear to be
in the dream...

...cannot be who you really are.

This is an image...

...a mental model.

- Do you remember me?
- No, I don't think so.

At the station? You were on the
pay phone and you looked at me...

...a few times.

I remember that,
but I don't remember that being you.

Are you sure?

Maybe not.

I was sitting down...

...and you were looking at me.

My little friend,
dream no more. It's really here.

It's called Efferdent Plus.

In hell, you sink. In heaven, you rise
to your fullness of love.

Hurry up! Come on,
get in the car. Let's go.

The story goes like this:
Billy Wilder runs into Louis Malle.

This was the late '50s, early '60s.

Malle had just made his most expensive
film, which cost $ 21/2 million.

Wilder asks him what the film's about.

Malle says, "It's a dream
within a dream."

Wilder says,
"You just lost $ 21/2 million."

I feel a little apprehensive.

For years, the notion
that life is a dream...

...has been a pervasive theme
of philosophers and poets.

Doesn't it make sense that death
would be wrapped in a dream?

That, after death, your conscious life
would continue in a dream body?

It would be the same dream body
as in your everyday dream life...

...except that in the post-mortal
state, you could never again wake up.

Never again return
to your physical body.

As the pattern gets more intricate,
being swept along isn't enough.

What's the word, turd?

- Hey, do you also drive a boat-car?
- A what?

You gave me a ride in a car
that was also a boat.

No, I don't have a "boat-car."
I don't know what you mean.

This must be parallel universe night.
That cat who just ran out the door?

He comes up and I say,
"What's the word?"

He lays down a burrito,
looks at me and says:

"I've returned
from the valley of death.

I rapturously breathe in
the odors of life.

I've been to oblivion. I ferment
the desire to remember everything."

So, what did you say to that?

Well, I mean, what could I say?

I said, "If you microwave that,
poke holes in the plastic...

...because they explode,
and I'm tired of cleaning up burrito."

The jalapeños dry up.

They're like little wheels.

When it was over,
all I could think about was how...

...this entire notion of oneself...

...what we are...

...is just this logical structure.

A place to momentarily house
all the abstractions.

It was a time to become conscious...

...to give form and coherence
to the mystery.

And I had been a part of that.
It was a gift.

Life was raging all around me,
and every moment was magical.

I loved all the people, dealing with
all the contradictory impulses.

That's what I loved the most,
connecting with the people.

Looking back, that's all
that really mattered.

Kierkegaard's last words were,
"Sweep me up."

- Hey, man.
- Hey.

Weren't you in the boat-car?
The guy with the hat gave me a ride...

...in his car-boat thing.
You were in the back seat.

I'm not saying you don't know
what you're talking about...

...but I don't know
what you're talking about.

You guys let me off at this specific
spot you gave him directions to.

I get out,
ended up getting hit by a car.

Then I woke up. I was dreaming.

Later I found out I was still
dreaming, dreaming that I'd woken up.

False awakenings,
I used to have those a lot.

But I'm still in it now.
I can't get out of it.

It's been going on forever.
I keep waking up into another dream.

I'm getting creeped out, like
I'm talking to dead people.

This woman on TV tells me how death...

...is this dream-time
that exists out of life.

I'm starting to think I'm dead.

Let me tell you about a dream I had.

When someone says that, usually
you're in for a very boring few minutes.

But what else are you gonna do?

- I read this essay by Philip K. Dick.
- In your dream?

No, I read it before the dream.
It was the preamble.

It was about that book,
Flow My Tears, the Policeman said.

- He won an award for that one.
- That's the one he wrote really fast.

It just flowed out of him.
He felt he was channeling it.

So four years later,
he was at this party.

He met a woman with the same name
as the woman in the book.

Her boyfriend had the same name
as the boyfriend in the book.

She had an affair
with the chief of police.

He had the same name
as the chief in his book.

Everything she's saying
is right out of his book.

That really freaks him out,
but what can he do?

Shortly after that,
he was mailing a letter...

...and he saw this kind of
shady-Iooking guy standing by his car.

But instead of avoiding him,
he said, "Can I help you?"

The guy said, "I ran out of gas."

He hands him some money,
which he never would've done.

He gets home and thinks:

"This guy can't get to a gas station.
He's out of gas."

So he goes back, finds the guy
and takes him to a gas station.

As he pulls up he thinks,
"This is in my book too.

This exact station. This exact guy.
Everything."

So this whole episode
is kind of creepy, right?

He's telling his priest
how he wrote this book...

...and four years later
all these things happened.

And the priest says,
"That's the Book of Acts."

He's like, "I've never read it."

So he reads the Book of Acts,
and it's uncanny.

Even the characters' names
are the same as in the Bible.

The Book of Acts
takes place in 50 A.D.

So Dick had this theory
that time was an illusion...

...and that we were all in 50 A.D.

The reason he wrote this book
was that he somehow...

...punctured through
this veil of time.

He'd seen what was going on
in the Book of Acts.

He was really into Gnosticism
and the idea that this demon...

...created this illusion of time
to make us forget...

...that Christ was to return
and the kingdom of God would arrive.

Someone's trying to make us forget
that God is imminent.

That's what time and history is.

This kind of continuous
daydream or distraction.

I read it and thought, "That's weird."
And that night I had a dream.

There was this guy who
was supposed to be psychic.

But I was, like,
"He's not really a psychic."

Then suddenly I start floating,
levitating up to the ceiling.

As I almost go through the roof,
I'm like, "Okay, I believe you."

And I float down,
and as my feet touch the ground...

...the psychic turns into a woman
in a green dress, Lady Gregory.

Lady Gregory was Yeats' patron,
this Irish person.

Though I'd never seen her image...

...I was sure that this was
the face of Lady Gregory.

So Lady Gregory turns to me and says:

"Let me explain
the nature of the universe.

Philip K. Dick is right about time,
but wrong that it's 50 A.D.

Actually, there's only one instant,
right now. And it's eternity.

It's an instant in which God
is posing a question, which is:

'Do you wanna be one with eternity,
do you wanna be in heaven? '

And we're all saying,
'No, thank you. Not just yet."'

So time is just this constant
saying no to God's invitation.

That's what time is.
It's no more 50 A.D. Than it's 2001.

There's just one instant,
and that's what we're always in.

Then she tells me that this is
the narrative of everyone's life.

Behind the huge difference,
there is but one story...

...of moving from the no
to the yes.

All of life is,
"No, thank you. No, thank you."

Then ultimately it's, "Yes, I give in.

Yes, I accept. Yes, I embrace."
That's the journey.

Everyone gets to the yes
in the end, right?

Right.

So we continue walking,
and my dog runs over to me.

I'm so happy.
He's been dead for years.

So I'm petting him,
and there's this gross stuff...

...coming out of his stomach.

I look over at Lady Gregory,
and she coughs.

She's like, "Excuse me."

And vomit dribbles down her chin.
It smells really bad.

And I think,
"That's not just the smell of vomit.

That's the smell of dead-person vomit."
So it's, like, doubly foul.

I realize I'm in the land of the dead.
Everyone around me was dead.

My dog had been dead 10 years,
Lady Gregory a lot longer.

When I woke up, I was like,
"That wasn't a dream.

That was a visitation
to this place, the land of the dead."

So how did you finally get out of it?

It was, like, one of those
life-altering experiences.

I never looked at the world
the same way again.

But how did you finally
get out of the dream?

That's my problem. I'm trapped.

I keep thinking I'm waking up,
but I'm still in a dream.

I wanna wake up for real.
How do you really wake up?

I don't know.
I'm not very good at that anymore.

But if that's what you're thinking,
you should, if you can.

Because someday, you won't be able to.

But it's easy. You know, just wake up.