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Farandole de scores des années 70,80 et 90 concoctée par le chef Massimiliano du podcast "Retour à l'écran"Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Alpenfendant 2   A Heart does what a Heart does. Jahresrücklich. 23 Radios und 11 Podcasts? Zufrieden? Sehr. Mein Zitat des Jahres : Zitat sind fär nix. Vielen trinken Fendant weil sie alleine sind. Anders rum trinken viele Fendant weil sie einen Partner haben.   Illusion – Sinnestäuschung – Hab mich kurz weggeträumt. Kopf hoch tanzen. Nid lug la gwinnt. Fendant und Kulinarisches – powered by the The Snow Room. Ein Klassiker – Endiven mit Schinken – Bechamel und Raclette Käse überbacken? Schwarzwurzel-Ragout auf weissen Bohnen – Kalbvoressen? Habe 2023 unheimlich viel angefangen – ein Anfänger – Ideen zu früh begraben? Ziele ?   Menschen des Jahres : Ihre alle aber Luciana Brusa hatte schon recht in ihrer Kolumne, dass man sich selber vermehrt einen Liebesbrief, ja an sich selber schreiben soll. The Alpine Snow Flower Show powered by Institut für Schneeflockeninventar. Und dann wollten wir doch noch einen Erotik Film drehen? Fifty Shades of White by Dienstelle für mehr Spontanküsserei und der Agentur für sorgenlosen Geschlechtsverkehr.   Z`Gäguteil va singu isch schmüsu. Wir errinnern uns an den Satz? Oder das Duo 3/4blutt? Ein arbeitsloser Alpengigolo. Tradtion heisst : guten Manieren weitergeben. Ja die Sendung Alpentradtion sicher auch nicht von schlechten Eltern. In welcher Sendung hat Louie im Hintergrund geschnarcht und diese Woche gabe es auch noch ganz tolles Feedback von Melanie.   Die Sucht sucht. Buch des Jahres. Lothar Supersaxo? Faro bene – Faro male by Marco Zappa. Non voglio un giorno senza lasciare una traccia. Ich weill kein Tag an dem ich nicht eine Spur hinterlasse. Auch die Gründung vom Verein zum Schutz von Grossraum Menschen war kein wirklicher Erfolg. Der Wolf wurde auch ohne Darbelley ? Dies obwohl wir den Wolf in die Therapie schickten, Walligatoren und Tarzan zum Herdenschutz einteilten und ja nicht jede Lampe welche man am Black Friday kaufte, brachte auch Licht ins Dunkel. I sägä dä jetzt au gäng – lieber am skilift anbügeln wa büglä? Gut gewisse Sätze könnte man auch weg lassen?   Habt ihr schon mal versucht Rezepte aufzuräumen? So wie das Urs das macht in Kunst aufräumen. Zb : Älplermaccaroni oder a deconstructet Cholera – white fine Alpine Food for the Snow Room und dazu ein Glas White Wolf – Fendant – Fendärböerg? Cellerie Grosse Piece in Salzkruste vor dem Gast quasie filetiert? Weisse Randen. Wie hätten sie die den gern. Blutig? Medium.   A Heart does what a heart does. So hat sich Z`Marie von Ehemann sehr sehr günstig abzugeben – diese Woche doch schon fast wieder in den besten Ehemann ever – den Gunti verliebt. Dies weil der Gunti nach langem hin und her nun dem Marie doch noch einen neuen Teekocher gekauft hat. Der Alte – aus der Migros – vor 24 Jahren funktioniert zwar noch hervorragend und dies obwohl der Deckel abgebrochen ist – kann aber manuel wieder drauf gefixt werden….. und ja ein neuer WOK weil der Alte auch 24 Jährig so was von rostanfällig ist? Ja und Hebel – also Stiel hinten und Halterung  schon lange fehlt und die schwarze Lackierung furt….   Haben sie auch so emotionelle Beziehungen zu Gegenständen? Ich vermisse den Pfander – unser altes Elektrombil und ja der kleine Elektro den Harbilt welcher nun vor der Garage so ungeliebt vor sich….!!   Und der Gunti hat diese Woche noch den W-Lan Föhn umgerüstet – ja genau – den fendantblauen w-lan föhn. Wir erinnern uns an Alpenfendant 1 und die Farbe des Jahres : Fendantblau?   In einer bahnbrechenden Entwicklung, die die Skiindustrie revolutioniert, hat der renommierte Erfinder Gunti Häflinger, bekannt für den W-LAN Föhn in Fendant Blau, nun den "Turbo W-LAN Ski" vorgestellt. Diese neueste Innovation verspricht, die Art und Weise, wie wir Skifahren, grundlegend zu verändern. Der Turbo W-LAN Ski, eine futuristische Kombination aus Geschwindigkeit und Technologie, ist mit einem Turbo W-LAN Button am hinteren Teil des Skis ausgestattet. Dieser ermöglicht einen unglaublich schnellen Start und eine erhöhte Geschwindigkeit, sowohl bergab als auch bergauf, eine Neuheit in der Skiwelt. Dieses Feature bietet nicht nur ein neues Maß an Adrenalin und Spaß, sondern könnte auch die Nutzung von Bergbahnen reduzieren, was zu signifikanten Einsparungen und Umweltvorteilen führen kann. Bei Geschwindigkeitsüberschreitungen sorgt ein innovatives Sicherheitssystem für die nötige Sicherheit: Ein mitgeliefertes Lasso und Anker können im Notfall an Bäumen befestigt werden, um die Fahrt abrupt zu stoppen. Zusätzlich zum Turbo W-LAN Ski wird ein Rucksack Airbag angeboten, der via App gesteuert und im Falle einer Auslösung mit dem W-LAN Föhn wieder aufgeblasen werden kann. Diese revolutionäre Erfindung ist nicht nur ein Meilenstein in der Skiindustrie, sondern auch ein Zeugnis für Gunti Häflingers unermüdliches Streben nach Innovation und Verbesserung des Skisports.   Daniel Blatter va Blatterhorn – Musiker und Poet – Wortwäxl die Wucha am 2. Januar in Binn – 17.00 im Gmeisaal.? Erstmals setzt er sich solo ans Klavier. Im Schreiben verdichtet er, was ihn umtreibt, erfasst die Essenz von Komplexem und unagenehmen Texten die zu gross sind um sie einzugrenzen. Sein unkoventioneller Humor ermöglicht es, über unangebrachtes zu Lachen, und Berührungsängste zu brechen.   Doku-Film Tipp der Woche. A day without laughter is a wasted day – Chaplin und sind sie auch schon an ihrem eigenen Lachen erschrocken – wie es ihnen fremd ist? Bonjour Ticino. Mega lustig aber eigenltich wollte ich über die Doku – Ill remember you berichten wo zwei Musiker in einer Krise festsitzen und sich Rat  suchen bei älteren Musiker:innen aus der Schweiz. Da auch super guter Potcast und mega Sountrack und hat mich mega inspiriert. Merci.   News der Woche ?   Nach intensiven Nachforschungen hat die Dienststelle für unangebrachte Musikpiraterie eine schockierende Entdeckung gemacht, die die deutsche Musikszene erschüttert. Der beliebte Volksmusiker Heino, bekannt für seine einzigartige Interpretation des Liedes "Ja, ja, so blau, blau, blau blüht der Enzian", steht nun im Verdacht, dieses und möglicherweise weitere Lieder nicht selbst verfasst zu haben. Die Ermittlungen führten zu einem bisher unbekannten Komponisten aus der Schweiz – Herr Häfliger Senior. Aus seinem Nachlass ergab sich, dass Heino das Lied möglicherweise unrechtmäßig übernommen hat, ohne Herrn Häfliger als wahren Urheber zu nennen. Dieser Vorfall wirft nicht nur ein neues Licht auf Heinos Karriere, sondern auch auf die Musikindustrie insgesamt. Die Brisanz der Enthüllung wird durch eine weitere Entdeckung verstärkt: Im Nachlass von Herr Häfliger Senior fand man Hinweise auf Tausende von Liedern, die ihm gestohlen und weltweit in der Musikszene bekannt gemacht wurden. Diese Entdeckung könnte zu einer Neuinterpretation zahlreicher Musikstücke führen, die bisher anderen Künstlern zugeschrieben wurden. Ein weiterer bemerkenswerter Aspekt der Enthüllung ist die Tatsache, dass Herr Häfliger Senior alle seine Lieder unter dem Einfluss von Walliser Weißwein komponiert haben soll. Die Nationale Geschichtskommission hat bestätigt, dass der berühmte Fendant-Wein möglicherweise kreative Eigenschaften besitzt, die Herr Häfliger zu seinen Werken inspirierten. Diese sensationellen Erkenntnisse werfen viele Fragen auf und könnten zu einer Neubewertung des musikalischen Erbes führen. Die Musikwelt wartet gespannt auf weitere Entwicklungen in diesem unerwarteten Fall. Formularbeginn   Formularende Feedback Melanie Alpenfendant T1 Hat mir sehr gut gefallen, vor allem die Abwechslung mit den Sprachnachrichten und der guet Müsig. U ja z`Thema gehört einfach zum Wallis. Und ich finde, Du musst nicht unbedingt in bessere Technick investieren. Den genau das macht es aus. Hünde die im Hintergrund herumbellen u Lüüt wa redä. Und genau das bisch dü. Stell dir vor du wärst im Studio und alles ist perfekt, nei das isch langwillig u wärsch nid dü. So häbsch die ab vor Massä.   Du bist ein Künstler. Und Künstler sind hochentwickelte Einzelanfertigungen und der Welt voller Massenproduktion. Wer braucht schon Seriennummer wenn man Originalität hat? U Dü bisch as Originan. Merci färs Feedback.   Und äbu ja, in welcher Alpensendung hat Louie im Hintergrund geschnarcht und who nicked my Mayo? Und ja äs git nur sehr viel songs wa va Fendant inspieriert wordu sind ….

Learn how love leads Dante through the depths of Hell, up mount Purgatory and into the highest Heavens! Discover why The Divine Comedy is one of the most theologically significant Catholic works of all time, and one of it's greatest love stories. Excerpt from episode: "Dear friends, how many stories do you know dare to traverse the pits of hell while also ascending to the highest heavens? In the 1200s, an exiled Italian poet wrote a very profound love story, one that is now known as The Divine Comedy. This part fiction, part autobiographical tale of a man who journeys through the many rings of hell, up the mountain of purgatory, and into the highest spheres of heaven ... is one of the most theologically and visually engaging works ever produced. In terms of its masterpiece-ness, T.S. Eliot famously wrote, "the literary world is divided between Shakespeare and Dante, there is no third." Since Dante, countless stories and movies and art and video games and romances have been inspired by his imagery – so much so dear listener, that I guarantee you've come across Dante even if you think you haven't … especially in the way you visually think of hell and heaven..."Sountrack credits The main theme used this episode is Chaveliers de Sangrael (Hans Zimmer), with covers by Matthew Ward and the  Vienna Symphony Orchestra 

Court and Rima are back with a new solo episode. We're navigating a new recording space and as always appreciate you guys rocking with us. Enjoy this week's music and MESS!  [6:45]Happy hour: Spicy Mango [8:30]In the mix: RIP Richard Roundtree and Matthew Perry, Saucy Santana and DJ Akademiks get into it, Kodak Black on drink champs. [8:36]Richard Roundtree https://www.instagram.com/p/Cyzd9qULEuT/?igshid=MTdyOTRka3ZhaWw5 Matthew Perry https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy9nRJOr-tB/?igshid=aXVtdDZ0NW94a2Nu [13:39]Santana/Akademiks https://www.instagram.com/reel/CzASDu1M1YT/?igshid=MXg1Z2d1dHJjZ3k2eQ== https://www.instagram.com/p/CzCRL5ZPvaM/?igshid=ZW4zOGo3cnhqaDRx https://www.instagram.com/p/CzHfVA-virv/?igshid=MWIyZ3MxOGs1Mm9pNw== https://www.instagram.com/reel/CzHRm_QJ5Np/?igshid=aGN5Y3F4N2FhczFu https://www.instagram.com/p/CzJuoehOd3z/?igshid=MWkxYzY0ZWY3eDN3eg== [26:35]Kodak Black https://www.instagram.com/p/Cy_u-QiPaDr/?igshid=MWswYmJjZnM3N2Y3ZA== https://www.instagram.com/p/CzC_6NKrLD_/?igshid=MTh5dWk3aHA2dndldA== [37:58]Topic: The year is 2015 what were you listening to? [50:13]The Sountrack: 1 or 2 songs that were your vibe for the week.   Say HI to kidz on Social: Rima IG| rimababyy_ Court IG| keepinitcourtt Pod IG| rccpod Rate, and Review on Apple Podcast  Website: https://www.redcuppod.com Email: Redcuppod@gmail.com

We discuss some super synth-based soundtracks and scores from Long Seventies films

Ted, Ted, and Ted's accidental initiation into The Psychonauts began as a result of the friends, originally three Fraternity Brothers and Recent Graduates of UCLA attending festivals consistently together, each using various Mind-Altering substances to attract (“preferably female”) partygoers. Over the course of the series in short (often light and comedic) scenes, where the trio often stumble into reality-shattering situations by sheer coincidence or seemingly random occurrences. But as we later learn about the multilayered world of interdimensional existence, Everything happens for a reason; Nothing is Impossible, Never Say Never, Be Careful what You Wish For-- and, of course-- there are no coincidences. These three seemingly simple-minded creatures begin as “wooks”, Shirtless Party Boys eager to rave. Often [irresponsibly] experimenting with copious amounts of psychedelics, the boys often find themselves unknowingly transported through various wormholes, teleportals, time warps, and Voids created through the music at each festival they attend, sometimes confusedly landing them in alternate parallels and altered dimensions of reality, sometimes even spiraling into three separate dimensions at once, thus creating new points along The Grid, from which the parallels and dimensions are woven together and interconnected through, time, space, circumstance, and choice in any conscious--ultimately (though, most often by dumb luck or happy accidents) expanding the universe, prompting the Ascended Masters to scout Ted, Ted, and Ted as a unified team to be inducted into The Psyconauts, eventually becoming an integral and important Dillon (Theodore) Francis, while working towards an Alliance between the Bampheramphs and Psychonauts uses his bewittingly bestowed middle name to act as an Alternate ‘Ted', or sometimes work jointly as The QuadraSquad, a “pop-up” rave squad which acts as a recruitment team, and on emergency search-and-rescue missions, collecting key components along the collapse and collision of worlds and within the fabric of space, time, and reality. Chak Chel and Dillon Francis put the Teds through a rigorous (and extremely senseless) crash-course in DJing, forming a popular Trio, whose name varies depending on the dimensions in which they will preform, secretly setting tactical bassdrops, emitting coded frequencies to communicate covertly with other entities, opening intentional time warps, portals, and wormholes through their DJ sets. Time holes where the Trio are in two (or sometimes, more, and alternately infinite) places at once are placed as easter eggs throughout the series; In some cases, The Three Teds are even festival attendees at the festivals which in a neighboring reality they are also headlining, even at points transporting their own selves through timespace--whether intentionally, or coincidentally. As the Teds reach the high ranks of The Psychonauts, even eventually (and unwillingly) becoming separated by the obligation of duty, being assigned to separate sanctions of Leadership by skillset as a “draft” is enacted to strengthen their forces, as they prepare for The FInal Battle (actually multiple (infinite) battles occurring concurrently throughout the expanse of reality, even stretching into the outer realms of ‘inexistence' as the collective consciousness grows, reaching Ascension, and allowing certain realities to reach the New Paradigm. Though evolved over time as the series progresses, The Teds maintain their quirky wookness, questionable (sometimes inappropriate) sense of fashion, and hilariously signature fratboy attitudes and antics, reunifying as a powerful Trio once more towards the conclusion of the series, appearing elementally in various ways at most crucial plot points, revealing the creation through all of their endeavors and shenanigans, a brand new universe within The Infinite Multivetrse. (“TED”, where everything/everyone is “Ted”, This universe collides with “Everyone's A DJ”, and, as an infinitely expanding and integral part of the universe, appears optically as “TBD” (To Be Determined, Where Cliffhangers, Plot Holes, Continuity Errors and other traditional elements of Theatrical Film are represented throughout the SUPA Saga and overall festival project.) During the Wookness: Ted: Yo, how much for this? (Points To Kandi Cuff) ...How much-what? Ted: How much is it? Like what, $50 bucks? 50 bucks?! Ted: Oh shit, my bad--festival prices, huh? Sorry yo, I got a $50, the rest is big bills. Doyou have an online shop? Are you trying to buy my kandi? You can't *buy* kandi! Ted: Pssshhh! Ted: All I buy is Kandi! YOu can't sell kandi, youre supposed to trade it.. That's why you make it. Ted: Yeah bro, I've done trades. (Flashback) Raver Girl: Wanna Trade Kandi? Ted: Show Us your Titties! The girl looks to her friend, as if to say “should I?” her friend, wearing dark Ray Bans, and sternly nods her head in approval, her friend shrugs drunkenly as if to say“fuck it, why not?” While the friend swiftly pulls out her iPhone, the other lifts her shirt, flashing the happy Teds, dancing in Fratboy Delight; Ted, standing adjacent to the straight-faced girl in Sunglasses, sneakily scrunches down to get a good picture; their [Tri-Lens] iPhone cameras now directly aligned. face to face, (or rather, eye-to-eye) ((Or, eye-to-eye, rather,)) (((Rather, eye-to-eye,))). snapping his picture, as the flash from her camera blinds him Ted:UH, Yeah you can..They sell it online. Online? Whats--what? SELL? Ted: Fuck yeah dude. Ted: YEEE, KANDI KID 4 LIFE YOU ARE NOT A KANDI--Ki--YOU CAn'T SELL KANDI. Woah, chill. No “chill” no selling Kandi! NO! NO! What Chak Chel's Bedtime Stories Chak Chel, the GOOGLE kids' favorite babysitter, tells stories of infinitely expanding adventures of the multidimensions of timespace -Honey, I Killed Myself. -Honey, I Shrunk The Skrillex -Who Killed Sunni Blu? -Who Killed SupaCree? -The Curious Case of SupaCree -DILLONCEPTION Trapped in an intensely infinite and ever-expanding and/or consistently densening Vividly Lucid Multidimensionally (And Musically) Interconnected Omni-Galactic Eternal Space-Time “Loop”, [DJ] Dillon Francis must frustratingly attempt to multitask through an “apparently unlimited”[ (I TOLD YOU, IN-FIN-ITE. INFINITY.)] battle his Masked nemesis, Key: Brackets [] Director's Notes, Production Details, typically indicating a tie-in with other entries, or crossovers from other consecutively (or, sometimes, alternately) running series in the saga, more frequently as the “Multiverse” expands, or as the (Technical Omniverse, Eventually) in which the series' specific “(U)niverse” ‘collapsing', being progressively stated repeatedly throughout the series to be both compressing, and expanding respectively; However, as the Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure... Dill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (They cross paths with Bill and Ted, in their search for Two of the missing Teds; Alternately Ted and Ted discover how ‘Three's a Crowd” makes sense, as they happily gallavant frat-tastically through the galaxy, in search of a Sexy Space-Alien Rave Bae (The Amazonian Women from futurama, live action, Saved by the Heroes from futurama) (on) Having ascended into the dimension after her most recent death, SupaCree (not yet known as SupaCree), lands “God”, an Ascended Dimension where she can actually communicate clearly with the Ascended Masters, being closer to ‘God' (her)self, but not directly being able to interact with her; conversely, she can scan the plains of reality from “above”, though later we learn there is no “up” or “down” in “Total Omnipotence”, the post-conscience Infinite Existence Experienced in the Limitless (INFINITE) Energy of Being Everything, Everyone, and Everywhere at once; Simultaneously Nonexistant, Being “Nothing”, “Nobody” and “Nowhere” at once, all represented variously through the concept of infinite multidimentionality, in our “3” dimensional “Uni-Multi-Omni-Versal” (apparently, I've just been told) SupaCree exists in a Tri-Verse, unbeknownst to even God (her)self to its true Origins, the “final(e)” (but not, ever) (e) In a random and nearly collapsed alternate fabric of timespace, where the spelling of the name “Cree” is pronounced the same, but spelled simply “Cre”, (though, specifically equally--”by the exact number of times, actually”--mispronounced”, One of the only similarities between the two, sharing the same planetary alignments and cosmic significance and the same parents--however having been conceived with completely different genetic markers: As a result, this alternate version of herself is physically not “opposite”, but differs in physical appearance drastically--at least, for the most part--as more ideally attractive which to The Original's mind-blowing dissatisfaction, (and, also stagnantly egotistical “Very Satisfied” Satisfaction), But the feeling soon fades when she learns that this reality is on the verge of imminent collapse after the discovery that one subtle, singular synchronicity shared in her actual reality(s)(realities) (which one?) ((Multiple “actual-realities, actually”)) (((Multiple Synchronized Individual Existence Theory, one of the multiple Theories (I) Use to Conceive the (Law) of Evolutionary Infinite Omnipotence, (Everything is Everything/Nothing is Nothing/ God is, as I am/ I am U/All Are One) the aforementioned suggesting the absolute possibility of any circumstance which allows a singular subject with (apparently) “limited” existence, total and complete synchronization at “exact” moment of “Creation”, or “Origin”, and any circumstantially coinciding consecutive synchronizations beyond the limitations eo each respective individual's actual existence or reality.)(Satisfaction, Benny Benassi) (And Apparently, The Biz--because, literally, writing in real-time (What is time) with google. (What's The Biz???) Travelling to 2003, where the event which ties this frail and “practically non-existent” fabric of reality to her own, she eagerly races against the clock (in real time?) ((maybe, unreal time)) (((I am time.))) “I don't believe in time”, later corrected, after being stuck in a Godless world to “The human concept of “time”,/God's not real, or opting to state the phrase more subjectively, “I don't [really}/I kinda don't believe in time,” though as she evolves more rapidly through her progressive Ascension and Elemental Mastery, quickly Surpassing Ascended Mastery as a skilled sorcerer,Visionary Seer, helping her rapidly strengthen the art of Cosmic Alchemy, mastery of (eventually, instant, and respectively infinite manifestation, and matter/antimatter movement and/or manipulation;i.e. The art of Creation. I.E., Do you even know what “i.e' stands for? I'll look it up later, I know what its used for. Look it up. [Googles i.e, clicks on top most commonly searched] I.e. and e.g. are both Latin abbreviations. E.g. stands for exempli gratia and means “for example.” I.e. is the abbreviation for id est and means “in other words.” Remember that E is for example (e.g.) and that I and E are the first letters of in essence, an alternative English translation of i.e. The Original Cree sits perched behind a red (Ugh, red…) ...A red laptop computer; the love light lost from her dark eyes, through the clear lenses of her cheap, brandless (Medicaid.) ...brandless black glasses, narrow framed and unbecoming over the shape of her face, the Album ‘Who Killed Matt Maeson” softly plays a somber song, to which she'd normally--at least, if left alone or rarely, in “comfortable company” (That's, someone you don't necessarily “like”, but still feel comfortable enough to sing around.) The Scientist, in a higher realm, peaking down through her microscope, watches contently, curiously, and concisely, dialing its lens by a couple turns, as she ponders aloud, Hm. Wonder what makes that happen, exactly? That's...huh...Hm. [Her project, a mystery hidden from the audience. She pushes herself back from the desk, reaching for her notebook and jotting quickly her findings, stopping only turn on some [] Music, which blends seamlessly as we fade back into the scene of the drab and unflattering, somewhat “sickeningly” lit, reminiscent of the stagnancy most often observed in a petri dish.] As the song ‘Cringe' begins to play in the background, the clear picture of the laptop screen fades into a blurred obscurity, as her focus shifts sharply to the warm glowing array of colors of her speaker light her otherwise nearly lifeless eyes, as she is Slightly and softly hypnotized into a series of several simultaneous vivid memories; separate and specifically assorted scenes form, as she remembers “everything” quite at once, A vision weaved into her conscious memories, just as seamlessly; A Web Wrapped with the Fragile Fabric of “Time”, the invisible energy of musical frequencies awaken ones senses and sensibilities--invisible, for some...at least. The light on the speaker, a golden tone, as we cascade into the eye mind; A flash to a blurry memory, 2017; A slender and handsome longhaired surfer, resurfaces from submersion under the waves, flipping his long hair back with the graceful and slowmotionly seductive snap of the neck, as the sunlight gleaming a golden glow, in the eye of his admirer. A Flash Of: The Golden Light of the Shining Sun over Santa Monica A Flash, As she Gently Weeps, as the tears leaving her eyes leave (in a flash of scenes) drops onto her jeans, the sidewalk--all the while, A tiny ant carries a giant leaf, as the spider weaves beneath the tree whose leaves leak streams of pretty streaking and speckled, and leaves glassy droplets stuck in the strings of the spider, still weaving; the rain floods the streams into rivers, which bleed, eventually in the ocean, fanning out into the Seven Seas. (pacifically, eventually) Are we reading this, or is this stage direction--production notes? What is this? Who is “we”? WE AVE A whole flashback unfolds: A steamy shower, thick with the smell sweet candles, leaving steam-less spots of mirror in the flickering heat; A seamless and synchronized transition, as the More Cheery and Upbeat Strings, Beat and melody in the previously playing version, fades seemingly into the steam, as ‘Cringe, Stripped” leads us into the memory, where she sings with the heartbreakingly haunting and soulful sadness, the harmony, her voice blending perfectly over the recording as if it were meant to be; The Duality of Grief. Not quite flashing back, but seen as a translucent overlay, another flash; The Seats of a theatre, the scene in black and white, as the stage lights washout, the flickering dremlike scene, the steam so thick we barely see the details of the singing, with the passion that seems to bleed out the ache of her broken, barely beating heart. The song rings out, evolving into what just may be, the beginnings of a remix, as more quick flashes slam back-to-back A flash of: The Scene In The Mercedes A flash of an ambulance, sirens blaring! A flash as the scene of A spider sleeping peacefully beneath a leaf, shielded from the rain, which leaves droplets on the strings, on the opposite side of the same tree; Blissfully unaware of the bird, perched just above lurking or something to eat. Neither the spider, nor the other, or the bird or ant are aware of any one-another, or any other world other besides the tree, the flash of a longshot which we see, is unassumingly and unimpressively, “just a tree” a grey and stormy day; A plane takes off up into the heavy rain, droplets changing shape through the window, looking out as the plane lifts off the ground. The next layer of memories unfold as voiceovers from various quotes, accompanying the song still playing, now beginning to blend with first the stripped version, then the album/studio version, which for a moment, is singularly heard, as the flash of a scene from a more recent memory flashes: The Digital Clock in the Car Reads, 88.1 in red, The volume is low, almost so low that it can't be heard: she stares out the window on a grey and overcast day, eyes lost and pondering--though they light when her finely tuned ears catch the pitch of the song ‘Cringe', as she excitedly turns the volume up eagerly, listening for a moment--a range of joyful surprise in her expressions, happily pushing up the Translucent Pink Frames, sighing with a smile, as she exclaims, “WHAT? THIS SONG IS ON THE RADIO NOW?!” The driver, taken aback but having caught her contagious beam of “happy” I almost forgot about this song. That was a long time ago... “Oh...do you know this song?” I haven't heard it in forever...I forgot it existed. [pause] I can't believe it took that long… “yeah , it's pretty popular. It's like always on.” ...I can't believe this song...daaaaamn...her excitement settles, as she looks back out of the window, at the grey and rainy day. So, that's how long it takes… The blending and fading of the song creates an array of rapidly changing scenes faded, flashing, cut and becoming somehow closer, yet further away at the same time. Colors and shapes, as the sounds that the songs all being played which remain the same, but change, as they create new sound waves; The Three Songs are arranged and rearranged, as are the scenes, pictures, videos, of entertainment stages through the ages, The Festival Culture highlighted in the Inception since The Dawn of Rave, to present day. [Each quote, a voiceover played by an ensemble cast, each made to read any/every line specifically, if unaccompanied by a name.] The Clips and Sound Combine with Colorful Psychedelic and neon in some scenes even in 3D, (ideally, actually, up to 9D) as music, theatre, television, and flashes of memories and scenes of everything, as the shifting screen changes slightly and steadily with the music, now something of an electronic-meets-acoustic symphony (:UNPLUGGED), still cleanly and seamless in the colorful chaos that is everything, though visually intensely overwhelming, a sensory-stimulating synthesis of “Sound That You Can See”[ *go back for quote from song] The Sountrack now taking us on a Journey through sound, (ideally surround sound, even having speakers and subs somehow mounted from the ceiling, pointing down, pointing up from the ground. With Live Theatre Production Experiences combine more elements representative of the 9 Dimensions, by arranging speakers set outside of the theatre itself--perhaps, if in a Live Theatre setting, where the movie is projected onto a screen or skrim on stage, additional screens canbe projected onto the walls of the theatre, creating potential to use the audience interactively, perhaps arranging for actors seated amongst the audience members, interjecting at the intersections of crossing dimensions with both improvised and rehearsed actions, and or carrying out specific tasks as it related to the plot, the audience, even becoming the stage, as the stage is re-arranged; even becoming a mirror image of the theatre, filling with patrons and gazing into the audience, where cast members reflect a multidimensional portrayal, an interpretive alternate reality of what is happening on stage, unseen off stage, while the film still plays somewhere (or even sometimes, nowhere) as light and sound design give the viewer an experience of senselessness and sensory stimulus, Explaining through experience, representations of conditions; Much like a masterful DJ mixes musical elements in a live setting by reading the crowd, The Ideal Live Production of this Film has the ability to Unify the audience through various interactive activities; an energy-based planned, or even sporadic--based on the audience itself, monitored by The Ringmaster, an unseen (cast) Omnipitence, or ‘The Universe” itself, , as we apply the Values of Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect as the Ultra-Fine Line between “Everything” and “Nothing”, in simpler terms: Light and Dark, and finding the balance which allows us, in the “present” to explore and experience The Voids, shattering reality as the Linear plot unravels into a non-linar Uncontrolled Experiement, Allowing for Manuverability within the variables and simulating a Synesthesia-Inspired Simulation of Multidimensional Time and Space Travel, using music as the constant connection; as the finale transforms the theater in entirety into both a theatrical interpretation of a full-scale music festival--and a real-life miniature dance scene, inviting real-life ravers to fill the space to capacity, as the final scenes of the film unfold as the our present reality Expanding, Ascending, Compressing, and Collapsing All at Once, Explosions and Implosions as Conscious and Unconscious Collide in the Cosmos; Darkness having never known Light, and Life is the balance we find as they collide, tied in tightly by Time through the rhymes and iambic pentameters, patterns, passion, perception; we find the Power of the Divine is the awareness of one's existence as Everything and/or Nothing at once, As the Reflection of both the inward and outward selves must balance, and harmonize in time, to realize The Difference between Paradise and The Prison of Purgatory, is the illusion of Division between the two Divine Eyes; The strength behind them lights the … Ted, Ted, and Ted's accidental initiation into The Psychonauts began as a result of the friends, originally three Fraternity Brothers and Recent Graduates of UCLA attending festivals consistently together, each using various Mind-Altering substances to attract (“preferably female”) partygoers. Over the course of the series in short (often light and comedic) scenes, where the trio often stumble into reality-shattering situations by sheer coincidence or seemingly random occurrences. But as we later learn about the multilayered world of interdimensional existence, Everything happens for a reason; Nothing is Impossible, Never Say Never, Be Careful what You Wish For-- and, of course-- there are no coincidences. These three seemingly simple-minded creatures begin as “wooks”, Shirtless Party Boys eager to rave. Often [irresponsibly] experimenting with copious amounts of psychedelics, the boys often find themselves unknowingly transported through various wormholes, teleportals, time warps, and Voids created through the music at each festival they attend, sometimes confusedly landing them in alternate parallels and altered dimensions of reality, sometimes even spiraling into three separate dimensions at once, thus creating new points along The Grid, from which the parallels and dimensions are woven together and interconnected through, time, space, circumstance, and choice in any conscious--ultimately (though, most often by dumb luck or happy accidents) expanding the universe, prompting the Ascended Masters to scout Ted, Ted, and Ted as a unified team to be inducted into The Psyconauts, eventually becoming an integral and important Dillon (Theodore) Francis, while working towards an Alliance between the Bampheramphs and Psychonauts uses his bewittingly bestowed middle name to act as an Alternate ‘Ted', or sometimes work jointly as The QuadraSquad, a “pop-up” rave squad which acts as a recruitment team, and on emergency search-and-rescue missions, collecting key components along the collapse and collision of worlds and within the fabric of space, time, and reality. Chak Chel and Dillon Francis put the Teds through a rigorous (and extremely senseless) crash-course in DJing, forming a popular Trio, whose name varies depending on the dimensions in which they will preform, secretly setting tactical bassdrops, emitting coded frequencies to communicate covertly with other entities, opening intentional time warps, portals, and wormholes through their DJ sets. Time holes where the Trio are in two (or sometimes, more, and alternately infinite) places at once are placed as easter eggs throughout the series; In some cases, The Three Teds are even festival attendees at the festivals which in a neighboring reality they are also headlining, even at points transporting their own selves through timespace--whether intentionally, or coincidentally. As the Teds reach the high ranks of The Psychonauts, even eventually (and unwillingly) becoming separated by the obligation of duty, being assigned to separate sanctions of Leadership by skillset as a “draft” is enacted to strengthen their forces, as they prepare for The FInal Battle (actually multiple (infinite) battles occurring concurrently throughout the expanse of reality, even stretching into the outer realms of ‘inexistence' as the collective consciousness grows, reaching Ascension, and allowing certain realities to reach the New Paradigm. Though evolved over time as the series progresses, The Teds maintain their quirky wookness, questionable (sometimes inappropriate) sense of fashion, and hilariously signature fratboy attitudes and antics, reunifying as a powerful Trio once more towards the conclusion of the series, appearing elementally in various ways at most crucial plot points, revealing the creation through all of their endeavors and shenanigans, a brand new universe within The Infinite Multiverse. (“TED”, where everything/everyone is “Ted”, This universe collides with “Everyone's A DJ”, and, as an infinitely expanding and integral part of the universe, appears optically as “TBD” (To Be Determined, Where Cliffhangers, Plot Holes, Continuity Errors and other traditional elements of Theatrical Film are represented throughout the SUPA Saga and overall festival project.) During the Wookness: Ted: Yo, how much for this? (Points To Kandi Cuff) ...How much-what? Ted: How much is it? Like what, $50 bucks? 50 bucks?! Ted: Oh shit, my bad--festival prices, huh? Sorry yo, I got a $50, the rest is big bills. Doyou have an online shop? Are you trying to buy my kandi? You can't *buy* kandi! Ted: Pssshhh! Ted: All I buy is Kandi! You can't sell kandi, you're supposed to trade it.. That's why you make it. Ted: Yeah bro, I've done trades. (Flashback) Raver Girl: Wanna Trade Kandi? Ted: Show Us your Titties! The girl looks to her friend, as if to say “should I?” her friend, wearing dark Ray Bans, and sternly nods her head in approval, her friend shrugs drunkenly as if to say“fuck it, why not?” While the friend swiftly pulls out her iPhone, the other lifts her shirt, flashing the happy Teds, dancing in Fratboy Delight; Ted, standing adjacent to the straight-faced girl in Sunglasses, sneakily scrunches down to get a good picture; their [Tri-Lens] iPhone cameras now directly aligned. face to face, (or rather, eye-to-eye) ((Or, eye-to-eye, rather,)) (((Rather, eye-to-eye,))). snapping his picture, as the flash from her camera blinds him Ted:UH, Yeah you can..They sell it online. Online? Whats--what? SELL? Ted: Fuck yeah dude. Ted: YEEE, KANDI KID 4 LIFE YOU ARE NOT A KANDI--Ki--YOU CAn'T SELL KANDI. Woah, chill. No “chill” no selling Kandi! NO! NO! What Chak Chel's Bedtime Stories Chak Chel, the GOOGLE kids' favorite babysitter, tells stories of infinitely expanding adventures of the multidimensions of timespace -Honey, I Killed Myself. -Honey, I Shrunk The Skrillex -Who Killed Sunni Blu? -Who Killed SupaCree? -The Curious Case of SupaCree -DILLONCEPTION Trapped in an intensely infinite and ever-expanding and/or consistently densening Vividly Lucid Multidimensionally (And Musically) Interconnected Omni-Galactic Eternal Space-Time “Loop”, [DJ] Dillon Francis must frustratingly attempt to multitask through an “apparently unlimited”[ (I TOLD YOU, IN-FIN-ITE. INFINITY.)] battle his Masked nemesis, Key: Brackets [] Director's Notes, Production Details, typically indicating a tie-in with other entries, or crossovers from other consecutively (or, sometimes, alternately) running series in the saga, more frequently as the “Multiverse” expands, or as the (Technical Omniverse, Eventually) in which the series' specific “(U)niverse” ‘collapsing', being progressively stated repeatedly throughout the series to be both compressing, and expanding respectively; However, as the Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure... Dill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (They cross paths with Bill and Ted, in their search for Two of the missing Teds; Alternately Ted and Ted discover how ‘Three's a Crowd” makes sense, as they happily gallavant frat-tastically through the galaxy, in search of a Sexy Space-Alien Rave Bae (The Amazonian Women from futurama, live action, Saved by the Heroes from futurama) (on) Having ascended into the dimension after her most recent death, SupaCree (not yet known as SupaCree), lands “God”, an Ascended Dimension where she can actually communicate clearly with the Ascended Masters, being closer to ‘God' (her)self, but not directly being able to interact with her; conversely, she can scan the plains of reality from “above”, though later we learn there is no “up” or “down” in “Total Omnipotence”, the post-conscience Infinite Existence Experienced in the Limitless (INFINITE) Energy of Being Everything, Everyone, and Everywhere at once; Simultaneously Nonexistant, Being “Nothing”, “Nobody” and “Nowhere” at once, all represented variously through the concept of infinite multidimentionality, in our “3” dimensional “Uni-Multi-Omni-Versal” (apparently, I've just been told) SupaCree exists in a Tri-Verse, unbeknownst to even God (her)self to its true Origins, the “final(e)” (but not, ever) (e) In a random and nearly collapsed alternate fabric of timespace, where the spelling of the name “Cree” is pronounced the same, but spelled simply “Cre”, (though, specifically equally--”by the exact number of times, actually”--mispronounced”, One of the only similarities between the two, sharing the same planetary alignments and cosmic significance and the same parents--however having been conceived with completely different genetic markers: As a result, this alternate version of herself is physically not “opposite”, but differs in physical appearance drastically--at least, for the most part--as more ideally attractive which to The Original's mind-blowing dissatisfaction, (and, also stagnantly egotistical “Very Satisfied” Satisfaction), But the feeling soon fades when she learns that this reality is on the verge of imminent collapse after the discovery that one subtle, singular synchronicity shared in her actual reality(s)(realities) (which one?) ((Multiple “actual-realities, actually”)) (((Multiple Synchronized Individual Existence Theory, one of the multiple Theories (I) Use to Conceive the (Law) of Evolutionary Infinite Omnipotence, (Everything is Everything/Nothing is Nothing/ God is, as I am/ I am U/All Are One) the aforementioned suggesting the absolute possibility of any circumstance which allows a singular subject with (apparently) “limited” existence, total and complete synchronization at “exact” moment of “Creation”, or “Origin”, and any circumstantially coinciding consecutive synchronizations beyond the limitations eo each respective individual's actual existence or reality.)(Satisfaction, Benny Benassi) (And Apparently, The Biz--because, literally, writing in real-time (What is time) with google. (What's The Biz???) Travelling to 2003, where the event which ties this frail and “practically non-existent” fabric of reality to her own, she eagerly races against the clock (in real time?) ((maybe, unreal time)) (((I am time.))) “I don't believe in time”, later corrected, after being stuck in a Godless world to “The human concept of “time”,/God's not real, or opting to state the phrase more subjectively, “I don't [really}/I kinda don't believe in time,” though as she evolves more rapidly through her progressive Ascension and Elemental Mastery, quickly Surpassing Ascended Mastery as a skilled sorcerer,Visionary Seer, helping her rapidly strengthen the art of Cosmic Alchemy, mastery of (eventually, instant, and respectively infinite manifestation, and matter/antimatter movement and/or manipulation;i.e. The art of Creation. I.E., Do you even know what “i.e' stands for? I'll look it up later, I know what its used for. Look it up. [Googles i.e, clicks on top most commonly searched] I.e. and e.g. are both Latin abbreviations. E.g. stands for exempli gratia and means “for example.” I.e. is the abbreviation for id est and means “in other words.” Remember that E is for example (e.g.) and that I and E are the first letters of in essence, an alternative English translation of i.e. The Original Cree sits perched behind a red (Ugh, red…) ...A red laptop computer; the love light lost from her dark eyes, through the clear lenses of her cheap, brandless (Medicaid.) ...brandless black glasses, narrow framed and unbecoming over the shape of her face, the Album ‘Who Killed Matt Maeson” softly plays a somber song, to which she'd normally--at least, if left alone or rarely, in “comfortable company” (That's, someone you don't necessarily “like”, but still feel comfortable enough to sing around.) The Scientist, in a higher realm, peaking down through her microscope, watches contently, curiously, and concisely, dialing its lens by a couple turns, as she ponders aloud, Hm. Wonder what makes that happen, exactly? That's...huh...Hm. [Her project, a mystery hidden from the audience. She pushes herself back from the desk, reaching for her notebook and jotting quickly her findings, stopping only turn on some [] Music, which blends seamlessly as we fade back into the scene of the drab and unflattering, somewhat “sickeningly” lit, reminiscent of the stagnancy most often observed in a petri dish.] As the song ‘Cringe' begins to play in the background, the clear picture of the laptop screen fades into a blurred obscurity, as her focus shifts sharply to the warm glowing array of colors of her speaker light her otherwise nearly lifeless eyes, as she is Slightly and softly hypnotized into a series of several simultaneous vivid memories; separate and specifically assorted scenes form, as she remembers “everything” quite at once, A vision weaved into her conscious memories, just as seamlessly; A Web Wrapped with the Fragile Fabric of “Time”, the invisible energy of musical frequencies awaken ones senses and sensibilities--invisible, for some...at least. The light on the speaker, a golden tone, as we cascade into the eye mind; A flash to a blurry memory, 2017; A slender and handsome longhaired surfer, resurfaces from submersion under the waves, flipping his long hair back with the graceful and slowmotionly seductive snap of the neck, as the sunlight gleaming a golden glow, in the eye of his admirer. A Flash Of: The Golden Light of the Shining Sun over Santa Monica A Flash, As she Gently Weeps, as the tears leaving her eyes leave (in a flash of scenes) drops onto her jeans, the sidewalk--all the while, A tiny ant carries a giant leaf, as the spider weaves beneath the tree whose leaves leak streams of pretty streaking and speckled, and leaves glassy droplets stuck in the strings of the spider, still weaving; the rain floods the streams into rivers, which bleed, eventually in the ocean, fanning out into the Seven Seas. (pacifically, eventually) Are we reading this, or is this stage direction--production notes? What is this? Who is “we”? WE AVE A whole flashback unfolds: A steamy shower, thick with the smell sweet candles, leaving steam-less spots of mirror in the flickering heat; A seamless and synchronized transition, as the More Cheery and Upbeat Strings, Beat and melody in the previously playing version, fades seemingly into the steam, as ‘Cringe, Stripped” leads us into the memory, where she sings with the heartbreakingly haunting and soulful sadness, the harmony, her voice blending perfectly over the recording as if it were meant to be; The Duality of Grief. Not quite flashing back, but seen as a translucent overlay, another flash; The Seats of a theatre, the scene in black and white, as the stage lights washout, the flickering dremlike scene, the steam so thick we barely see the details of the singing, with the passion that seems to bleed out the ache of her broken, barely beating heart. The song rings out, evolving into what just may be, the beginnings of a remix, as more quick flashes slam back-to-back A flash of: The Scene In The Mercedes A flash of an ambulance, sirens blaring! A flash as the scene of A spider sleeping peacefully beneath a leaf, shielded from the rain, which leaves droplets on the strings, on the opposite side of the same tree; Blissfully unaware of the bird, perched just above lurking or something to eat. Neither the spider, nor the other, or the bird or ant are aware of any one-another, or any other world other besides the tree, the flash of a longshot which we see, is unassumingly and unimpressively, “just a tree” a grey and stormy day; A plane takes off up into the heavy rain, droplets changing shape through the window, looking out as the plane lifts off the ground. The next layer of memories unfold as voiceovers from various quotes, accompanying the song still playing, now beginning to blend with first the stripped version, then the album/studio version, which for a moment, is singularly heard, as the flash of a scene from a more recent memory flashes: The Digital Clock in the Car Reads, 88.1 in red, The volume is low, almost so low that it can't be heard: she stares out the window on a grey and overcast day, eyes lost and pondering--though they light when her finely tuned ears catch the pitch of the song ‘Cringe', as she excitedly turns the volume up eagerly, listening for a moment--a range of joyful surprise in her expressions, happily pushing up the Translucent Pink Frames, sighing with a smile, as she exclaims, “WHAT? THIS SONG IS ON THE RADIO NOW?!” The driver, taken aback but having caught her contagious beam of “happy” I almost forgot about this song. That was a long time ago... “Oh...do you know this song?” I haven't heard it in forever...I forgot it existed. [pause] I can't believe it took that long… “yeah , it's pretty popular. It's like always on.” ...I can't believe this song...daaaaamn...her excitement settles, as she looks back out of the window, at the grey and rainy day. So, that's how long it takes… The blending and fading of the song creates an array of rapidly changing scenes faded, flashing, cut and becoming somehow closer, yet further away at the same time. Colors and shapes, as the sounds that the songs all being played which remain the same, but change, as they create new sound waves; The Three Songs are arranged and rearranged, as are the scenes, pictures, videos, of entertainment stages through the ages, The Festival Culture highlighted in the Inception since The Dawn of Rave, to present day. [Each quote, a voiceover played by an ensemble cast, each made to read any/every line specifically, if unaccompanied by a name.] The Clips and Sound Combine with Colorful Psychedelic and neon in some scenes even in 3D, (ideally, actually, up to 9D) as music, theatre, television, and flashes of memories and scenes of everything, as the shifting screen changes slightly and steadily with the music, now something of an electronic-meets-acoustic symphony (:UNPLUGGED), still cleanly and seamless in the colorful chaos that is everything, though visually intensely overwhelming, a sensory-stimulating synthesis of “Sound That You Can See”[ *go back for quote from song] The Sountrack now taking us on a Journey through sound, (ideally surround sound, even having speakers and subs somehow mounted from the ceiling, pointing down, pointing up from the ground. With Live Theatre Production Experiences combine more elements representative of the 9 Dimensions, by arranging speakers set outside of the theatre itself--perhaps, if in a Live Theatre setting, where the movie is projected onto a screen or skrim on stage, additional screens canbe projected onto the walls of the theatre, creating potential to use the audience interactively, perhaps arranging for actors seated amongst the audience members, interjecting at the intersections of crossing dimensions with both improvised and rehearsed actions, and or carrying out specific tasks as it related to the plot, the audience, even becoming the stage, as the stage is re-arranged; even becoming a mirror image of the theatre, filling with patrons and gazing into the audience, where cast members reflect a multidimensional portrayal, an interpretive alternate reality of what is happening on stage, unseen off stage, while the film still plays somewhere (or even sometimes, nowhere) as light and sound design give the viewer an experience of senselessness and sensory stimulus, Explaining through experience, representations of conditions; Much like a masterful DJ mixes musical elements in a live setting by reading the crowd, The Ideal Live Production of this Film has the ability to Unify the audience through various interactive activities; an energy-based planned, or even sporadic--based on the audience itself, monitored by The Ringmaster, an unseen (cast) Omnipitence, or ‘The Universe” itself, , as we apply the Values of Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect as the Ultra-Fine Line between “Everything” and “Nothing”, in simpler terms: Light and Dark, and finding the balance which allows us, in the “present” to explore and experience The Voids, shattering reality as the Linear plot unravels into a non-linar Uncontrolled Experiement, Allowing for Manuverability within the variables and simulating a Synesthesia-Inspired Simulation of Multidimensional Time and Space Travel, using music as the constant connection; as the finale transforms the theatre in entirety into both a theatrical interpretation of a full-scale music festival--and a real-life miniature dance scene, inviting real-life ravers to fill the space to capacity, as the final scenes of the film unfold as the our present reality Expanding, Ascending, Compressing, and Collapsing All at Once, Explosions and Implosions as Concious and Unconcious Collide in the Cosmos; Darkness having never known Light, and Life is the balance we find as they collide, tied in tightly by Time through the rhymes and iambic pentameters, patterns, passion, perception; we find the Power of the Divine is the awareness of one's existence as Everything and/or Nothing at once, As the Reflection of both the inward and outward selves must balance, and harmonize in time, to realize The Difference between Paradice and The Prison of Purgatory, is the illusion of Division between the two Divine Eyes; The strength behind them lights the … I'm tired. Something about a third eye, right? I don't know. I think they closed mine. Who's “they” I am. “I prefer the gloominess to the sun. I don't know why.” (From, The Beatles, Love: Sun, Sun, Sun…) “‘I told the spider i'd write it!” (A quick clip of spiderman) ‘'Ohh, she spida” Okay, literally what the FUCK is my life. Are you alive? Not even. This doesn't make sense. How much sense is it supposed to make. It is making sense. It's making 6th sense. How did he DO that? Just him? THEY. Oh, shit. I know you're workin for it. Nah, I don't even think that's right? What's right? Something Doesn't Feel Right, I've had enough for one night. Yo, how is this happening? I don't know. They said it was a 9-Dimensional Song. WHAT even IS the 9th Dimension? What are any of the DImensions? I don't know. Google it. I did. And? And I have ADD. I dont know. So, go! GOH.. Aw, FUCK. This is getting weird. It's been weird. How is it, I can quit Skrillex, but Skrillex can't quit me. What? It was just a coincidence. There are no coincidences. How is that song even on the radio. Look what money can do! Money can do anything! I guess taht explains why you can't. it DOES. Do they want me to kill myself? Do you want you to kill yourself? Not really. I'd rather just die of natural causes, so I don'thave to be punished. Are you being punished. I commit suicide, and-- I already told this story. I'm not telling it again. How many times have you really told it. I've been telling it. I've been living it. I'm over it. Youre not over it. You're panicking. I'm writing. Youre fasting. I'm hungry. Why are you fasting? Because nothing makes sense. I have no money, I have no music-- You have music. I have nothing. I'm fucked. There are no coincidences. Don't you think I know? I quit listening to Skrillex, all of a sudden he's on the radio?! Yes. Is he even aware of my existence?! Is he? What the fuck is happening right now. Where's Scary Monsters? In my head. What's the plot? It's...somewhere. You've got to clean up these documents somehow. I don't have the focus. Try crystal meth. No. Try adderall. ...I don't have any money. Try a doctor. I did. I tried over and over and over. For depression. For Anxiety. For ADD. Everything they give me just makes me WORSE. That's hy you NEVER say you're runnin for President. I'm NOT. But you said it. Now you're really fucked. I am. So that's it. That has to be it. They want me dead so I can't run. That's the only way it's going to happen. What's going to happen. Either thing. I'm not running for President. You're not killing yourself. Psh. Watch me. We have been. Who is we. We-YOU. IT doesn't matter. nobody would believe any of it. the whole story sounds made up. How is this supposed to work out? They used Skrillex to get me to kill myself? That's...that's deep. Or…? Or...they used Skrillex to get me to... Get you to…? I don't know. I'm pretty worthless. All I do is...this. And what's this? And who is THIS? That was Chak Chel, I guess. What the fuck did getter DO? What did Getter do? What are they doing? I think the better question is: Why? WHY In-- Who's name? I'm not God. Until you are. And then I'm Avicii. Or Skrillex. Skrillex isn't dead yet. Yet. What the fuck. Don't . I didn't. But you did. Fuck this. Fuck That. Fuck that, too. Wait, does the Roomba say “fuck that” or “fuck you?” It says “Fuck you-fuck you-fuck you-fuck you-” Because it's a vacuum, so it's literally ‘eating shit'. See. Classic. Occult Classic. It is, all in my head. Until it isn't. I already fucked up. I sent a fucking suicide letter to-- A suicide letter. One of hundreds. Yeah. So they know i'm fucked up. Because they didn't know already? How would they know? How would they NOT KNOW? They've been with you all year. That's all in my head. Is it? I mean--Is it? Seems like it. Look at the evidence. I am the evidence. Look at last year--everywhere you went in the rave world, something happened. Lots of somethings happened. Eventually culminating in-- In? Tents. So what the FUCK am I supposed to do. Well, not kill yourself. Then what? Not starve yourself. I'm too fat. But you can lose weight. You can do anything, I can't do anything. You can. Then, I already have. Right. What am I supposed to do? What is this supposed to mean? Maybe it's time for a jump start. I was saving that. You were supposed to blast off at the STRAT and had McDonalds instead. I ordered a Muder-Suicide, with the intention of finishing in Suicide. But? But I went into a food coma. So maybe rather than the enemy, McDonalds is a friend. McDonalds is a friend to no one. Saved your life. Prolonged my life. As it always seems to. Think to the last few times you've ordered the Suicide Meal. It's only been twice. And? Both times I fell asleep before I could do it. So. So there's something in McDonalds that...I don't know. Takes away the ache. It is an ache, isn't it. It is. Now think--you're not the only suicidal person on the planet. No, I'm not. Think harder. I just did. And where did you go? To The Mountain. Where--? Where Tim said-- And how is it that you're on a first name basis with someone you've never met? I'm pretty sure i'm just crazy. Avicii came to you how? Through the music. And Sonny came to you how? ... How? Through the music. What did his mother say? Can I write this? Either someone's reading it, or they aren't. And if they are? Then, what does that make you? Crazy. But they're reading your words. They're just words. What did she say? I know what she said. I don't think I can write it. This is why The Untold Prophecy Remains Untold. This is all ridiculous. Isn't it. Whose birthday is it? Mine. Happy Birthday. Thanks. How old are you? I remember someone asked that... Who? What did Getter Do? Just Getter? What...does Pasqualle Do? Just Pasqualle? ...What do I... What are you? I don't know. Did you ever? Would You Ever? I can't help it. What can you help? I don't know. Why me? Y-U, Y-U, Y-U-- What was that, anyway? {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Ted, Ted, and Ted's accidental initiation into The Psychonauts began as a result of the friends, originally three Fraternity Brothers and Recent Graduates of UCLA attending festivals consistently together, each using various Mind-Altering substances to attract (“preferably female”) partygoers. Over the course of the series in short (often light and comedic) scenes, where the trio often stumble into reality-shattering situations by sheer coincidence or seemingly random occurrences. But as we later learn about the multilayered world of interdimensional existence, Everything happens for a reason; Nothing is Impossible, Never Say Never, Be Careful what You Wish For-- and, of course-- there are no coincidences. These three seemingly simple-minded creatures begin as “wooks”, Shirtless Party Boys eager to rave. Often [irresponsibly] experimenting with copious amounts of psychedelics, the boys often find themselves unknowingly transported through various wormholes, teleportals, time warps, and Voids created through the music at each festival they attend, sometimes confusedly landing them in alternate parallels and altered dimensions of reality, sometimes even spiraling into three separate dimensions at once, thus creating new points along The Grid, from which the parallels and dimensions are woven together and interconnected through, time, space, circumstance, and choice in any conscious--ultimately (though, most often by dumb luck or happy accidents) expanding the universe, prompting the Ascended Masters to scout Ted, Ted, and Ted as a unified team to be inducted into The Psyconauts, eventually becoming an integral and important Dillon (Theodore) Francis, while working towards an Alliance between the Bampheramphs and Psychonauts uses his bewittingly bestowed middle name to act as an Alternate ‘Ted', or sometimes work jointly as The QuadraSquad, a “pop-up” rave squad which acts as a recruitment team, and on emergency search-and-rescue missions, collecting key components along the collapse and collision of worlds and within the fabric of space, time, and reality. Chak Chel and Dillon Francis put the Teds through a rigorous (and extremely senseless) crash-course in DJing, forming a popular Trio, whose name varies depending on the dimensions in which they will preform, secretly setting tactical bassdrops, emitting coded frequencies to communicate covertly with other entities, opening intentional time warps, portals, and wormholes through their DJ sets. Time holes where the Trio are in two (or sometimes, more, and alternately infinite) places at once are placed as easter eggs throughout the series; In some cases, The Three Teds are even festival attendees at the festivals which in a neighboring reality they are also headlining, even at points transporting their own selves through timespace--whether intentionally, or coincidentally. As the Teds reach the high ranks of The Psychonauts, even eventually (and unwillingly) becoming separated by the obligation of duty, being assigned to separate sanctions of Leadership by skillset as a “draft” is enacted to strengthen their forces, as they prepare for The FInal Battle (actually multiple (infinite) battles occurring concurrently throughout the expanse of reality, even stretching into the outer realms of ‘inexistence' as the collective consciousness grows, reaching Ascension, and allowing certain realities to reach the New Paradigm. Though evolved over time as the series progresses, The Teds maintain their quirky wookness, questionable (sometimes inappropriate) sense of fashion, and hilariously signature fratboy attitudes and antics, reunifying as a powerful Trio once more towards the conclusion of the series, appearing elementally in various ways at most crucial plot points, revealing the creation through all of their endeavors and shenanigans, a brand new universe within The Infinite Multivetrse. (“TED”, where everything/everyone is “Ted”, This universe collides with “Everyone's A DJ”, and, as an infinitely expanding and integral part of the universe, appears optically as “TBD” (To Be Determined, Where Cliffhangers, Plot Holes, Continuity Errors and other traditional elements of Theatrical Film are represented throughout the SUPA Saga and overall festival project.) During the Wookness: Ted: Yo, how much for this? (Points To Kandi Cuff) ...How much-what? Ted: How much is it? Like what, $50 bucks? 50 bucks?! Ted: Oh shit, my bad--festival prices, huh? Sorry yo, I got a $50, the rest is big bills. Doyou have an online shop? Are you trying to buy my kandi? You can't *buy* kandi! Ted: Pssshhh! Ted: All I buy is Kandi! YOu can't sell kandi, youre supposed to trade it.. That's why you make it. Ted: Yeah bro, I've done trades. (Flashback) Raver Girl: Wanna Trade Kandi? Ted: Show Us your Titties! The girl looks to her friend, as if to say “should I?” her friend, wearing dark Ray Bans, and sternly nods her head in approval, her friend shrugs drunkenly as if to say“fuck it, why not?” While the friend swiftly pulls out her iPhone, the other lifts her shirt, flashing the happy Teds, dancing in Fratboy Delight; Ted, standing adjacent to the straight-faced girl in Sunglasses, sneakily scrunches down to get a good picture; their [Tri-Lens] iPhone cameras now directly aligned. face to face, (or rather, eye-to-eye) ((Or, eye-to-eye, rather,)) (((Rather, eye-to-eye,))). snapping his picture, as the flash from her camera blinds him Ted:UH, Yeah you can..They sell it online. Online? Whats--what? SELL? Ted: Fuck yeah dude. Ted: YEEE, KANDI KID 4 LIFE YOU ARE NOT A KANDI--Ki--YOU CAn'T SELL KANDI. Woah, chill. No “chill” no selling Kandi! NO! NO! What Chak Chel's Bedtime Stories Chak Chel, the GOOGLE kids' favorite babysitter, tells stories of infinitely expanding adventures of the multidimensions of timespace -Honey, I Killed Myself. -Honey, I Shrunk The Skrillex -Who Killed Sunni Blu? -Who Killed SupaCree? -The Curious Case of SupaCree -DILLONCEPTION Trapped in an intensely infinite and ever-expanding and/or consistently densening Vividly Lucid Multidimensionally (And Musically) Interconnected Omni-Galactic Eternal Space-Time “Loop”, [DJ] Dillon Francis must frustratingly attempt to multitask through an “apparently unlimited”[ (I TOLD YOU, IN-FIN-ITE. INFINITY.)] battle his Masked nemesis, Key: Brackets [] Director's Notes, Production Details, typically indicating a tie-in with other entries, or crossovers from other consecutively (or, sometimes, alternately) running series in the saga, more frequently as the “Multiverse” expands, or as the (Technical Omniverse, Eventually) in which the series' specific “(U)niverse” ‘collapsing', being progressively stated repeatedly throughout the series to be both compressing, and expanding respectively; However, as the Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure... Dill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (They cross paths with Bill and Ted, in their search for Two of the missing Teds; Alternately Ted and Ted discover how ‘Three's a Crowd” makes sense, as they happily gallavant frat-tastically through the galaxy, in search of a Sexy Space-Alien Rave Bae (The Amazonian Women from futurama, live action, Saved by the Heroes from futurama) (on) Having ascended into the dimension after her most recent death, SupaCree (not yet known as SupaCree), lands “God”, an Ascended Dimension where she can actually communicate clearly with the Ascended Masters, being closer to ‘God' (her)self, but not directly being able to interact with her; conversely, she can scan the plains of reality from “above”, though later we learn there is no “up” or “down” in “Total Omnipotence”, the post-conscience Infinite Existence Experienced in the Limitless (INFINITE) Energy of Being Everything, Everyone, and Everywhere at once; Simultaneously Nonexistant, Being “Nothing”, “Nobody” and “Nowhere” at once, all represented variously through the concept of infinite multidimentionality, in our “3” dimensional “Uni-Multi-Omni-Versal” (apparently, I've just been told) SupaCree exists in a Tri-Verse, unbeknownst to even God (her)self to its true Origins, the “final(e)” (but not, ever) (e) In a random and nearly collapsed alternate fabric of timespace, where the spelling of the name “Cree” is pronounced the same, but spelled simply “Cre”, (though, specifically equally--”by the exact number of times, actually”--mispronounced”, One of the only similarities between the two, sharing the same planetary alignments and cosmic significance and the same parents--however having been conceived with completely different genetic markers: As a result, this alternate version of herself is physically not “opposite”, but differs in physical appearance drastically--at least, for the most part--as more ideally attractive which to The Original's mind-blowing dissatisfaction, (and, also stagnantly egotistical “Very Satisfied” Satisfaction), But the feeling soon fades when she learns that this reality is on the verge of imminent collapse after the discovery that one subtle, singular synchronicity shared in her actual reality(s)(realities) (which one?) ((Multiple “actual-realities, actually”)) (((Multiple Synchronized Individual Existence Theory, one of the multiple Theories (I) Use to Conceive the (Law) of Evolutionary Infinite Omnipotence, (Everything is Everything/Nothing is Nothing/ God is, as I am/ I am U/All Are One) the aforementioned suggesting the absolute possibility of any circumstance which allows a singular subject with (apparently) “limited” existence, total and complete synchronization at “exact” moment of “Creation”, or “Origin”, and any circumstantially coinciding consecutive synchronizations beyond the limitations eo each respective individual's actual existence or reality.)(Satisfaction, Benny Benassi) (And Apparently, The Biz--because, literally, writing in real-time (What is time) with google. (What's The Biz???) Travelling to 2003, where the event which ties this frail and “practically non-existent” fabric of reality to her own, she eagerly races against the clock (in real time?) ((maybe, unreal time)) (((I am time.))) “I don't believe in time”, later corrected, after being stuck in a Godless world to “The human concept of “time”,/God's not real, or opting to state the phrase more subjectively, “I don't [really}/I kinda don't believe in time,” though as she evolves more rapidly through her progressive Ascension and Elemental Mastery, quickly Surpassing Ascended Mastery as a skilled sorcerer,Visionary Seer, helping her rapidly strengthen the art of Cosmic Alchemy, mastery of (eventually, instant, and respectively infinite manifestation, and matter/antimatter movement and/or manipulation;i.e. The art of Creation. I.E., Do you even know what “i.e' stands for? I'll look it up later, I know what its used for. Look it up. [Googles i.e, clicks on top most commonly searched] I.e. and e.g. are both Latin abbreviations. E.g. stands for exempli gratia and means “for example.” I.e. is the abbreviation for id est and means “in other words.” Remember that E is for example (e.g.) and that I and E are the first letters of in essence, an alternative English translation of i.e. The Original Cree sits perched behind a red (Ugh, red…) ...A red laptop computer; the love light lost from her dark eyes, through the clear lenses of her cheap, brandless (Medicaid.) ...brandless black glasses, narrow framed and unbecoming over the shape of her face, the Album ‘Who Killed Matt Maeson” softly plays a somber song, to which she'd normally--at least, if left alone or rarely, in “comfortable company” (That's, someone you don't necessarily “like”, but still feel comfortable enough to sing around.) The Scientist, in a higher realm, peaking down through her microscope, watches contently, curiously, and concisely, dialing its lens by a couple turns, as she ponders aloud, Hm. Wonder what makes that happen, exactly? That's...huh...Hm. [Her project, a mystery hidden from the audience. She pushes herself back from the desk, reaching for her notebook and jotting quickly her findings, stopping only turn on some [] Music, which blends seamlessly as we fade back into the scene of the drab and unflattering, somewhat “sickeningly” lit, reminiscent of the stagnancy most often observed in a petri dish.] As the song ‘Cringe' begins to play in the background, the clear picture of the laptop screen fades into a blurred obscurity, as her focus shifts sharply to the warm glowing array of colors of her speaker light her otherwise nearly lifeless eyes, as she is Slightly and softly hypnotized into a series of several simultaneous vivid memories; separate and specifically assorted scenes form, as she remembers “everything” quite at once, A vision weaved into her conscious memories, just as seamlessly; A Web Wrapped with the Fragile Fabric of “Time”, the invisible energy of musical frequencies awaken ones senses and sensibilities--invisible, for some...at least. The light on the speaker, a golden tone, as we cascade into the eye mind; A flash to a blurry memory, 2017; A slender and handsome longhaired surfer, resurfaces from submersion under the waves, flipping his long hair back with the graceful and slowmotionly seductive snap of the neck, as the sunlight gleaming a golden glow, in the eye of his admirer. A Flash Of: The Golden Light of the Shining Sun over Santa Monica A Flash, As she Gently Weeps, as the tears leaving her eyes leave (in a flash of scenes) drops onto her jeans, the sidewalk--all the while, A tiny ant carries a giant leaf, as the spider weaves beneath the tree whose leaves leak streams of pretty streaking and speckled, and leaves glassy droplets stuck in the strings of the spider, still weaving; the rain floods the streams into rivers, which bleed, eventually in the ocean, fanning out into the Seven Seas. (pacifically, eventually) Are we reading this, or is this stage direction--production notes? What is this? Who is “we”? WE AVE A whole flashback unfolds: A steamy shower, thick with the smell sweet candles, leaving steam-less spots of mirror in the flickering heat; A seamless and synchronized transition, as the More Cheery and Upbeat Strings, Beat and melody in the previously playing version, fades seemingly into the steam, as ‘Cringe, Stripped” leads us into the memory, where she sings with the heartbreakingly haunting and soulful sadness, the harmony, her voice blending perfectly over the recording as if it were meant to be; The Duality of Grief. Not quite flashing back, but seen as a translucent overlay, another flash; The Seats of a theatre, the scene in black and white, as the stage lights washout, the flickering dremlike scene, the steam so thick we barely see the details of the singing, with the passion that seems to bleed out the ache of her broken, barely beating heart. The song rings out, evolving into what just may be, the beginnings of a remix, as more quick flashes slam back-to-back A flash of: The Scene In The Mercedes A flash of an ambulance, sirens blaring! A flash as the scene of A spider sleeping peacefully beneath a leaf, shielded from the rain, which leaves droplets on the strings, on the opposite side of the same tree; Blissfully unaware of the bird, perched just above lurking or something to eat. Neither the spider, nor the other, or the bird or ant are aware of any one-another, or any other world other besides the tree, the flash of a longshot which we see, is unassumingly and unimpressively, “just a tree” a grey and stormy day; A plane takes off up into the heavy rain, droplets changing shape through the window, looking out as the plane lifts off the ground. The next layer of memories unfold as voiceovers from various quotes, accompanying the song still playing, now beginning to blend with first the stripped version, then the album/studio version, which for a moment, is singularly heard, as the flash of a scene from a more recent memory flashes: The Digital Clock in the Car Reads, 88.1 in red, The volume is low, almost so low that it can't be heard: she stares out the window on a grey and overcast day, eyes lost and pondering--though they light when her finely tuned ears catch the pitch of the song ‘Cringe', as she excitedly turns the volume up eagerly, listening for a moment--a range of joyful surprise in her expressions, happily pushing up the Translucent Pink Frames, sighing with a smile, as she exclaims, “WHAT? THIS SONG IS ON THE RADIO NOW?!” The driver, taken aback but having caught her contagious beam of “happy” I almost forgot about this song. That was a long time ago... “Oh...do you know this song?” I haven't heard it in forever...I forgot it existed. [pause] I can't believe it took that long… “yeah , it's pretty popular. It's like always on.” ...I can't believe this song...daaaaamn...her excitement settles, as she looks back out of the window, at the grey and rainy day. So, that's how long it takes… The blending and fading of the song creates an array of rapidly changing scenes faded, flashing, cut and becoming somehow closer, yet further away at the same time. Colors and shapes, as the sounds that the songs all being played which remain the same, but change, as they create new sound waves; The Three Songs are arranged and rearranged, as are the scenes, pictures, videos, of entertainment stages through the ages, The Festival Culture highlighted in the Inception since The Dawn of Rave, to present day. [Each quote, a voiceover played by an ensemble cast, each made to read any/every line specifically, if unaccompanied by a name.] The Clips and Sound Combine with Colorful Psychedelic and neon in some scenes even in 3D, (ideally, actually, up to 9D) as music, theatre, television, and flashes of memories and scenes of everything, as the shifting screen changes slightly and steadily with the music, now something of an electronic-meets-acoustic symphony (:UNPLUGGED), still cleanly and seamless in the colorful chaos that is everything, though visually intensely overwhelming, a sensory-stimulating synthesis of “Sound That You Can See”[ *go back for quote from song] The Sountrack now taking us on a Journey through sound, (ideally surround sound, even having speakers and subs somehow mounted from the ceiling, pointing down, pointing up from the ground. With Live Theatre Production Experiences combine more elements representative of the 9 Dimensions, by arranging speakers set outside of the theatre itself--perhaps, if in a Live Theatre setting, where the movie is projected onto a screen or skrim on stage, additional screens canbe projected onto the walls of the theatre, creating potential to use the audience interactively, perhaps arranging for actors seated amongst the audience members, interjecting at the intersections of crossing dimensions with both improvised and rehearsed actions, and or carrying out specific tasks as it related to the plot, the audience, even becoming the stage, as the stage is re-arranged; even becoming a mirror image of the theatre, filling with patrons and gazing into the audience, where cast members reflect a multidimensional portrayal, an interpretive alternate reality of what is happening on stage, unseen off stage, while the film still plays somewhere (or even sometimes, nowhere) as light and sound design give the viewer an experience of senselessness and sensory stimulus, Explaining through experience, representations of conditions; Much like a masterful DJ mixes musical elements in a live setting by reading the crowd, The Ideal Live Production of this Film has the ability to Unify the audience through various interactive activities; an energy-based planned, or even sporadic--based on the audience itself, monitored by The Ringmaster, an unseen (cast) Omnipitence, or ‘The Universe” itself, , as we apply the Values of Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect as the Ultra-Fine Line between “Everything” and “Nothing”, in simpler terms: Light and Dark, and finding the balance which allows us, in the “present” to explore and experience The Voids, shattering reality as the Linear plot unravels into a non-linar Uncontrolled Experiement, Allowing for Manuverability within the variables and simulating a Synesthesia-Inspired Simulation of Multidimensional Time and Space Travel, using music as the constant connection; as the finale transforms the theater in entirety into both a theatrical interpretation of a full-scale music festival--and a real-life miniature dance scene, inviting real-life ravers to fill the space to capacity, as the final scenes of the film unfold as the our present reality Expanding, Ascending, Compressing, and Collapsing All at Once, Explosions and Implosions as Conscious and Unconscious Collide in the Cosmos; Darkness having never known Light, and Life is the balance we find as they collide, tied in tightly by Time through the rhymes and iambic pentameters, patterns, passion, perception; we find the Power of the Divine is the awareness of one's existence as Everything and/or Nothing at once, As the Reflection of both the inward and outward selves must balance, and harmonize in time, to realize The Difference between Paradise and The Prison of Purgatory, is the illusion of Division between the two Divine Eyes; The strength behind them lights the … Ted, Ted, and Ted's accidental initiation into The Psychonauts began as a result of the friends, originally three Fraternity Brothers and Recent Graduates of UCLA attending festivals consistently together, each using various Mind-Altering substances to attract (“preferably female”) partygoers. Over the course of the series in short (often light and comedic) scenes, where the trio often stumble into reality-shattering situations by sheer coincidence or seemingly random occurrences. But as we later learn about the multilayered world of interdimensional existence, Everything happens for a reason; Nothing is Impossible, Never Say Never, Be Careful what You Wish For-- and, of course-- there are no coincidences. These three seemingly simple-minded creatures begin as “wooks”, Shirtless Party Boys eager to rave. Often [irresponsibly] experimenting with copious amounts of psychedelics, the boys often find themselves unknowingly transported through various wormholes, teleportals, time warps, and Voids created through the music at each festival they attend, sometimes confusedly landing them in alternate parallels and altered dimensions of reality, sometimes even spiraling into three separate dimensions at once, thus creating new points along The Grid, from which the parallels and dimensions are woven together and interconnected through, time, space, circumstance, and choice in any conscious--ultimately (though, most often by dumb luck or happy accidents) expanding the universe, prompting the Ascended Masters to scout Ted, Ted, and Ted as a unified team to be inducted into The Psyconauts, eventually becoming an integral and important Dillon (Theodore) Francis, while working towards an Alliance between the Bampheramphs and Psychonauts uses his bewittingly bestowed middle name to act as an Alternate ‘Ted', or sometimes work jointly as The QuadraSquad, a “pop-up” rave squad which acts as a recruitment team, and on emergency search-and-rescue missions, collecting key components along the collapse and collision of worlds and within the fabric of space, time, and reality. Chak Chel and Dillon Francis put the Teds through a rigorous (and extremely senseless) crash-course in DJing, forming a popular Trio, whose name varies depending on the dimensions in which they will preform, secretly setting tactical bassdrops, emitting coded frequencies to communicate covertly with other entities, opening intentional time warps, portals, and wormholes through their DJ sets. Time holes where the Trio are in two (or sometimes, more, and alternately infinite) places at once are placed as easter eggs throughout the series; In some cases, The Three Teds are even festival attendees at the festivals which in a neighboring reality they are also headlining, even at points transporting their own selves through timespace--whether intentionally, or coincidentally. As the Teds reach the high ranks of The Psychonauts, even eventually (and unwillingly) becoming separated by the obligation of duty, being assigned to separate sanctions of Leadership by skillset as a “draft” is enacted to strengthen their forces, as they prepare for The FInal Battle (actually multiple (infinite) battles occurring concurrently throughout the expanse of reality, even stretching into the outer realms of ‘inexistence' as the collective consciousness grows, reaching Ascension, and allowing certain realities to reach the New Paradigm. Though evolved over time as the series progresses, The Teds maintain their quirky wookness, questionable (sometimes inappropriate) sense of fashion, and hilariously signature fratboy attitudes and antics, reunifying as a powerful Trio once more towards the conclusion of the series, appearing elementally in various ways at most crucial plot points, revealing the creation through all of their endeavors and shenanigans, a brand new universe within The Infinite Multiverse. (“TED”, where everything/everyone is “Ted”, This universe collides with “Everyone's A DJ”, and, as an infinitely expanding and integral part of the universe, appears optically as “TBD” (To Be Determined, Where Cliffhangers, Plot Holes, Continuity Errors and other traditional elements of Theatrical Film are represented throughout the SUPA Saga and overall festival project.) During the Wookness: Ted: Yo, how much for this? (Points To Kandi Cuff) ...How much-what? Ted: How much is it? Like what, $50 bucks? 50 bucks?! Ted: Oh shit, my bad--festival prices, huh? Sorry yo, I got a $50, the rest is big bills. Doyou have an online shop? Are you trying to buy my kandi? You can't *buy* kandi! Ted: Pssshhh! Ted: All I buy is Kandi! You can't sell kandi, you're supposed to trade it.. That's why you make it. Ted: Yeah bro, I've done trades. (Flashback) Raver Girl: Wanna Trade Kandi? Ted: Show Us your Titties! The girl looks to her friend, as if to say “should I?” her friend, wearing dark Ray Bans, and sternly nods her head in approval, her friend shrugs drunkenly as if to say“fuck it, why not?” While the friend swiftly pulls out her iPhone, the other lifts her shirt, flashing the happy Teds, dancing in Fratboy Delight; Ted, standing adjacent to the straight-faced girl in Sunglasses, sneakily scrunches down to get a good picture; their [Tri-Lens] iPhone cameras now directly aligned. face to face, (or rather, eye-to-eye) ((Or, eye-to-eye, rather,)) (((Rather, eye-to-eye,))). snapping his picture, as the flash from her camera blinds him Ted:UH, Yeah you can..They sell it online. Online? Whats--what? SELL? Ted: Fuck yeah dude. Ted: YEEE, KANDI KID 4 LIFE YOU ARE NOT A KANDI--Ki--YOU CAn'T SELL KANDI. Woah, chill. No “chill” no selling Kandi! NO! NO! What Chak Chel's Bedtime Stories Chak Chel, the GOOGLE kids' favorite babysitter, tells stories of infinitely expanding adventures of the multidimensions of timespace -Honey, I Killed Myself. -Honey, I Shrunk The Skrillex -Who Killed Sunni Blu? -Who Killed SupaCree? -The Curious Case of SupaCree -DILLONCEPTION Trapped in an intensely infinite and ever-expanding and/or consistently densening Vividly Lucid Multidimensionally (And Musically) Interconnected Omni-Galactic Eternal Space-Time “Loop”, [DJ] Dillon Francis must frustratingly attempt to multitask through an “apparently unlimited”[ (I TOLD YOU, IN-FIN-ITE. INFINITY.)] battle his Masked nemesis, Key: Brackets [] Director's Notes, Production Details, typically indicating a tie-in with other entries, or crossovers from other consecutively (or, sometimes, alternately) running series in the saga, more frequently as the “Multiverse” expands, or as the (Technical Omniverse, Eventually) in which the series' specific “(U)niverse” ‘collapsing', being progressively stated repeatedly throughout the series to be both compressing, and expanding respectively; However, as the Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure... Dill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (They cross paths with Bill and Ted, in their search for Two of the missing Teds; Alternately Ted and Ted discover how ‘Three's a Crowd” makes sense, as they happily gallavant frat-tastically through the galaxy, in search of a Sexy Space-Alien Rave Bae (The Amazonian Women from futurama, live action, Saved by the Heroes from futurama) (on) Having ascended into the dimension after her most recent death, SupaCree (not yet known as SupaCree), lands “God”, an Ascended Dimension where she can actually communicate clearly with the Ascended Masters, being closer to ‘God' (her)self, but not directly being able to interact with her; conversely, she can scan the plains of reality from “above”, though later we learn there is no “up” or “down” in “Total Omnipotence”, the post-conscience Infinite Existence Experienced in the Limitless (INFINITE) Energy of Being Everything, Everyone, and Everywhere at once; Simultaneously Nonexistant, Being “Nothing”, “Nobody” and “Nowhere” at once, all represented variously through the concept of infinite multidimentionality, in our “3” dimensional “Uni-Multi-Omni-Versal” (apparently, I've just been told) SupaCree exists in a Tri-Verse, unbeknownst to even God (her)self to its true Origins, the “final(e)” (but not, ever) (e) In a random and nearly collapsed alternate fabric of timespace, where the spelling of the name “Cree” is pronounced the same, but spelled simply “Cre”, (though, specifically equally--”by the exact number of times, actually”--mispronounced”, One of the only similarities between the two, sharing the same planetary alignments and cosmic significance and the same parents--however having been conceived with completely different genetic markers: As a result, this alternate version of herself is physically not “opposite”, but differs in physical appearance drastically--at least, for the most part--as more ideally attractive which to The Original's mind-blowing dissatisfaction, (and, also stagnantly egotistical “Very Satisfied” Satisfaction), But the feeling soon fades when she learns that this reality is on the verge of imminent collapse after the discovery that one subtle, singular synchronicity shared in her actual reality(s)(realities) (which one?) ((Multiple “actual-realities, actually”)) (((Multiple Synchronized Individual Existence Theory, one of the multiple Theories (I) Use to Conceive the (Law) of Evolutionary Infinite Omnipotence, (Everything is Everything/Nothing is Nothing/ God is, as I am/ I am U/All Are One) the aforementioned suggesting the absolute possibility of any circumstance which allows a singular subject with (apparently) “limited” existence, total and complete synchronization at “exact” moment of “Creation”, or “Origin”, and any circumstantially coinciding consecutive synchronizations beyond the limitations eo each respective individual's actual existence or reality.)(Satisfaction, Benny Benassi) (And Apparently, The Biz--because, literally, writing in real-time (What is time) with google. (What's The Biz???) Travelling to 2003, where the event which ties this frail and “practically non-existent” fabric of reality to her own, she eagerly races against the clock (in real time?) ((maybe, unreal time)) (((I am time.))) “I don't believe in time”, later corrected, after being stuck in a Godless world to “The human concept of “time”,/God's not real, or opting to state the phrase more subjectively, “I don't [really}/I kinda don't believe in time,” though as she evolves more rapidly through her progressive Ascension and Elemental Mastery, quickly Surpassing Ascended Mastery as a skilled sorcerer,Visionary Seer, helping her rapidly strengthen the art of Cosmic Alchemy, mastery of (eventually, instant, and respectively infinite manifestation, and matter/antimatter movement and/or manipulation;i.e. The art of Creation. I.E., Do you even know what “i.e' stands for? I'll look it up later, I know what its used for. Look it up. [Googles i.e, clicks on top most commonly searched] I.e. and e.g. are both Latin abbreviations. E.g. stands for exempli gratia and means “for example.” I.e. is the abbreviation for id est and means “in other words.” Remember that E is for example (e.g.) and that I and E are the first letters of in essence, an alternative English translation of i.e. The Original Cree sits perched behind a red (Ugh, red…) ...A red laptop computer; the love light lost from her dark eyes, through the clear lenses of her cheap, brandless (Medicaid.) ...brandless black glasses, narrow framed and unbecoming over the shape of her face, the Album ‘Who Killed Matt Maeson” softly plays a somber song, to which she'd normally--at least, if left alone or rarely, in “comfortable company” (That's, someone you don't necessarily “like”, but still feel comfortable enough to sing around.) The Scientist, in a higher realm, peaking down through her microscope, watches contently, curiously, and concisely, dialing its lens by a couple turns, as she ponders aloud, Hm. Wonder what makes that happen, exactly? That's...huh...Hm. [Her project, a mystery hidden from the audience. She pushes herself back from the desk, reaching for her notebook and jotting quickly her findings, stopping only turn on some [] Music, which blends seamlessly as we fade back into the scene of the drab and unflattering, somewhat “sickeningly” lit, reminiscent of the stagnancy most often observed in a petri dish.] As the song ‘Cringe' begins to play in the background, the clear picture of the laptop screen fades into a blurred obscurity, as her focus shifts sharply to the warm glowing array of colors of her speaker light her otherwise nearly lifeless eyes, as she is Slightly and softly hypnotized into a series of several simultaneous vivid memories; separate and specifically assorted scenes form, as she remembers “everything” quite at once, A vision weaved into her conscious memories, just as seamlessly; A Web Wrapped with the Fragile Fabric of “Time”, the invisible energy of musical frequencies awaken ones senses and sensibilities--invisible, for some...at least. The light on the speaker, a golden tone, as we cascade into the eye mind; A flash to a blurry memory, 2017; A slender and handsome longhaired surfer, resurfaces from submersion under the waves, flipping his long hair back with the graceful and slowmotionly seductive snap of the neck, as the sunlight gleaming a golden glow, in the eye of his admirer. A Flash Of: The Golden Light of the Shining Sun over Santa Monica A Flash, As she Gently Weeps, as the tears leaving her eyes leave (in a flash of scenes) drops onto her jeans, the sidewalk--all the while, A tiny ant carries a giant leaf, as the spider weaves beneath the tree whose leaves leak streams of pretty streaking and speckled, and leaves glassy droplets stuck in the strings of the spider, still weaving; the rain floods the streams into rivers, which bleed, eventually in the ocean, fanning out into the Seven Seas. (pacifically, eventually) Are we reading this, or is this stage direction--production notes? What is this? Who is “we”? WE AVE A whole flashback unfolds: A steamy shower, thick with the smell sweet candles, leaving steam-less spots of mirror in the flickering heat; A seamless and synchronized transition, as the More Cheery and Upbeat Strings, Beat and melody in the previously playing version, fades seemingly into the steam, as ‘Cringe, Stripped” leads us into the memory, where she sings with the heartbreakingly haunting and soulful sadness, the harmony, her voice blending perfectly over the recording as if it were meant to be; The Duality of Grief. Not quite flashing back, but seen as a translucent overlay, another flash; The Seats of a theatre, the scene in black and white, as the stage lights washout, the flickering dremlike scene, the steam so thick we barely see the details of the singing, with the passion that seems to bleed out the ache of her broken, barely beating heart. The song rings out, evolving into what just may be, the beginnings of a remix, as more quick flashes slam back-to-back A flash of: The Scene In The Mercedes A flash of an ambulance, sirens blaring! A flash as the scene of A spider sleeping peacefully beneath a leaf, shielded from the rain, which leaves droplets on the strings, on the opposite side of the same tree; Blissfully unaware of the bird, perched just above lurking or something to eat. Neither the spider, nor the other, or the bird or ant are aware of any one-another, or any other world other besides the tree, the flash of a longshot which we see, is unassumingly and unimpressively, “just a tree” a grey and stormy day; A plane takes off up into the heavy rain, droplets changing shape through the window, looking out as the plane lifts off the ground. The next layer of memories unfold as voiceovers from various quotes, accompanying the song still playing, now beginning to blend with first the stripped version, then the album/studio version, which for a moment, is singularly heard, as the flash of a scene from a more recent memory flashes: The Digital Clock in the Car Reads, 88.1 in red, The volume is low, almost so low that it can't be heard: she stares out the window on a grey and overcast day, eyes lost and pondering--though they light when her finely tuned ears catch the pitch of the song ‘Cringe', as she excitedly turns the volume up eagerly, listening for a moment--a range of joyful surprise in her expressions, happily pushing up the Translucent Pink Frames, sighing with a smile, as she exclaims, “WHAT? THIS SONG IS ON THE RADIO NOW?!” The driver, taken aback but having caught her contagious beam of “happy” I almost forgot about this song. That was a long time ago... “Oh...do you know this song?” I haven't heard it in forever...I forgot it existed. [pause] I can't believe it took that long… “yeah , it's pretty popular. It's like always on.” ...I can't believe this song...daaaaamn...her excitement settles, as she looks back out of the window, at the grey and rainy day. So, that's how long it takes… The blending and fading of the song creates an array of rapidly changing scenes faded, flashing, cut and becoming somehow closer, yet further away at the same time. Colors and shapes, as the sounds that the songs all being played which remain the same, but change, as they create new sound waves; The Three Songs are arranged and rearranged, as are the scenes, pictures, videos, of entertainment stages through the ages, The Festival Culture highlighted in the Inception since The Dawn of Rave, to present day. [Each quote, a voiceover played by an ensemble cast, each made to read any/every line specifically, if unaccompanied by a name.] The Clips and Sound Combine with Colorful Psychedelic and neon in some scenes even in 3D, (ideally, actually, up to 9D) as music, theatre, television, and flashes of memories and scenes of everything, as the shifting screen changes slightly and steadily with the music, now something of an electronic-meets-acoustic symphony (:UNPLUGGED), still cleanly and seamless in the colorful chaos that is everything, though visually intensely overwhelming, a sensory-stimulating synthesis of “Sound That You Can See”[ *go back for quote from song] The Sountrack now taking us on a Journey through sound, (ideally surround sound, even having speakers and subs somehow mounted from the ceiling, pointing down, pointing up from the ground. With Live Theatre Production Experiences combine more elements representative of the 9 Dimensions, by arranging speakers set outside of the theatre itself--perhaps, if in a Live Theatre setting, where the movie is projected onto a screen or skrim on stage, additional screens canbe projected onto the walls of the theatre, creating potential to use the audience interactively, perhaps arranging for actors seated amongst the audience members, interjecting at the intersections of crossing dimensions with both improvised and rehearsed actions, and or carrying out specific tasks as it related to the plot, the audience, even becoming the stage, as the stage is re-arranged; even becoming a mirror image of the theatre, filling with patrons and gazing into the audience, where cast members reflect a multidimensional portrayal, an interpretive alternate reality of what is happening on stage, unseen off stage, while the film still plays somewhere (or even sometimes, nowhere) as light and sound design give the viewer an experience of senselessness and sensory stimulus, Explaining through experience, representations of conditions; Much like a masterful DJ mixes musical elements in a live setting by reading the crowd, The Ideal Live Production of this Film has the ability to Unify the audience through various interactive activities; an energy-based planned, or even sporadic--based on the audience itself, monitored by The Ringmaster, an unseen (cast) Omnipitence, or ‘The Universe” itself, , as we apply the Values of Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect as the Ultra-Fine Line between “Everything” and “Nothing”, in simpler terms: Light and Dark, and finding the balance which allows us, in the “present” to explore and experience The Voids, shattering reality as the Linear plot unravels into a non-linar Uncontrolled Experiement, Allowing for Manuverability within the variables and simulating a Synesthesia-Inspired Simulation of Multidimensional Time and Space Travel, using music as the constant connection; as the finale transforms the theatre in entirety into both a theatrical interpretation of a full-scale music festival--and a real-life miniature dance scene, inviting real-life ravers to fill the space to capacity, as the final scenes of the film unfold as the our present reality Expanding, Ascending, Compressing, and Collapsing All at Once, Explosions and Implosions as Concious and Unconcious Collide in the Cosmos; Darkness having never known Light, and Life is the balance we find as they collide, tied in tightly by Time through the rhymes and iambic pentameters, patterns, passion, perception; we find the Power of the Divine is the awareness of one's existence as Everything and/or Nothing at once, As the Reflection of both the inward and outward selves must balance, and harmonize in time, to realize The Difference between Paradice and The Prison of Purgatory, is the illusion of Division between the two Divine Eyes; The strength behind them lights the … I'm tired. Something about a third eye, right? I don't know. I think they closed mine. Who's “they” I am. “I prefer the gloominess to the sun. I don't know why.” (From, The Beatles, Love: Sun, Sun, Sun…) “‘I told the spider i'd write it!” (A quick clip of spiderman) ‘'Ohh, she spida” Okay, literally what the FUCK is my life. Are you alive? Not even. This doesn't make sense. How much sense is it supposed to make. It is making sense. It's making 6th sense. How did he DO that? Just him? THEY. Oh, shit. I know you're workin for it. Nah, I don't even think that's right? What's right? Something Doesn't Feel Right, I've had enough for one night. Yo, how is this happening? I don't know. They said it was a 9-Dimensional Song. WHAT even IS the 9th Dimension? What are any of the DImensions? I don't know. Google it. I did. And? And I have ADD. I dont know. So, go! GOH.. Aw, FUCK. This is getting weird. It's been weird. How is it, I can quit Skrillex, but Skrillex can't quit me. What? It was just a coincidence. There are no coincidences. How is that song even on the radio. Look what money can do! Money can do anything! I guess taht explains why you can't. it DOES. Do they want me to kill myself? Do you want you to kill yourself? Not really. I'd rather just die of natural causes, so I don'thave to be punished. Are you being punished. I commit suicide, and-- I already told this story. I'm not telling it again. How many times have you really told it. I've been telling it. I've been living it. I'm over it. Youre not over it. You're panicking. I'm writing. Youre fasting. I'm hungry. Why are you fasting? Because nothing makes sense. I have no money, I have no music-- You have music. I have nothing. I'm fucked. There are no coincidences. Don't you think I know? I quit listening to Skrillex, all of a sudden he's on the radio?! Yes. Is he even aware of my existence?! Is he? What the fuck is happening right now. Where's Scary Monsters? In my head. What's the plot? It's...somewhere. You've got to clean up these documents somehow. I don't have the focus. Try crystal meth. No. Try adderall. ...I don't have any money. Try a doctor. I did. I tried over and over and over. For depression. For Anxiety. For ADD. Everything they give me just makes me WORSE. That's hy you NEVER say you're runnin for President. I'm NOT. But you said it. Now you're really fucked. I am. So that's it. That has to be it. They want me dead so I can't run. That's the only way it's going to happen. What's going to happen. Either thing. I'm not running for President. You're not killing yourself. Psh. Watch me. We have been. Who is we. We-YOU. IT doesn't matter. nobody would believe any of it. the whole story sounds made up. How is this supposed to work out? They used Skrillex to get me to kill myself? That's...that's deep. Or…? Or...they used Skrillex to get me to... Get you to…? I don't know. I'm pretty worthless. All I do is...this. And what's this? And who is THIS? That was Chak Chel, I guess. What the fuck did getter DO? What did Getter do? What are they doing? I think the better question is: Why? WHY In-- Who's name? I'm not God. Until you are. And then I'm Avicii. Or Skrillex. Skrillex isn't dead yet. Yet. What the fuck. Don't . I didn't. But you did. Fuck this. Fuck That. Fuck that, too. Wait, does the Roomba say “fuck that” or “fuck you?” It says “Fuck you-fuck you-fuck you-fuck you-” Because it's a vacuum, so it's literally ‘eating shit'. See. Classic. Occult Classic. It is, all in my head. Until it isn't. I already fucked up. I sent a fucking suicide letter to-- A suicide letter. One of hundreds. Yeah. So they know i'm fucked up. Because they didn't know already? How would they know? How would they NOT KNOW? They've been with you all year. That's all in my head. Is it? I mean--Is it? Seems like it. Look at the evidence. I am the evidence. Look at last year--everywhere you went in the rave world, something happened. Lots of somethings happened. Eventually culminating in-- In? Tents. So what the FUCK am I supposed to do. Well, not kill yourself. Then what? Not starve yourself. I'm too fat. But you can lose weight. You can do anything, I can't do anything. You can. Then, I already have. Right. What am I supposed to do? What is this supposed to mean? Maybe it's time for a jump start. I was saving that. You were supposed to blast off at the STRAT and had McDonalds instead. I ordered a Muder-Suicide, with the intention of finishing in Suicide. But? But I went into a food coma. So maybe rather than the enemy, McDonalds is a friend. McDonalds is a friend to no one. Saved your life. Prolonged my life. As it always seems to. Think to the last few times you've ordered the Suicide Meal. It's only been twice. And? Both times I fell asleep before I could do it. So. So there's something in McDonalds that...I don't know. Takes away the ache. It is an ache, isn't it. It is. Now think--you're not the only suicidal person on the planet. No, I'm not. Think harder. I just did. And where did you go? To The Mountain. Where--? Where Tim said-- And how is it that you're on a first name basis with someone you've never met? I'm pretty sure i'm just crazy. Avicii came to you how? Through the music. And Sonny came to you how? ... How? Through the music. What did his mother say? Can I write this? Either someone's reading it, or they aren't. And if they are? Then, what does that make you? Crazy. But they're reading your words. They're just words. What did she say? I know what she said. I don't think I can write it. This is why The Untold Prophecy Remains Untold. This is all ridiculous. Isn't it. Whose birthday is it? Mine. Happy Birthday. Thanks. How old are you? I remember someone asked that... Who? What did Getter Do? Just Getter? What...does Pasqualle Do? Just Pasqualle? ...What do I... What are you? I don't know. Did you ever? Would You Ever? I can't help it. What can you help? I don't know. Why me? Y-U, Y-U, Y-U-- What was that, anyway? {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

Ted, Ted, and Ted's accidental initiation into The Psychonauts began as a result of the friends, originally three Fraternity Brothers and Recent Graduates of UCLA attending festivals consistently together, each using various Mind-Altering substances to attract (“preferably female”) partygoers. Over the course of the series in short (often light and comedic) scenes, where the trio often stumble into reality-shattering situations by sheer coincidence or seemingly random occurrences. But as we later learn about the multilayered world of interdimensional existence, Everything happens for a reason; Nothing is Impossible, Never Say Never, Be Careful what You Wish For-- and, of course-- there are no coincidences. These three seemingly simple-minded creatures begin as “wooks”, Shirtless Party Boys eager to rave. Often [irresponsibly] experimenting with copious amounts of psychedelics, the boys often find themselves unknowingly transported through various wormholes, teleportals, time warps, and Voids created through the music at each festival they attend, sometimes confusedly landing them in alternate parallels and altered dimensions of reality, sometimes even spiraling into three separate dimensions at once, thus creating new points along The Grid, from which the parallels and dimensions are woven together and interconnected through, time, space, circumstance, and choice in any conscious--ultimately (though, most often by dumb luck or happy accidents) expanding the universe, prompting the Ascended Masters to scout Ted, Ted, and Ted as a unified team to be inducted into The Psyconauts, eventually becoming an integral and important Dillon (Theodore) Francis, while working towards an Alliance between the Bampheramphs and Psychonauts uses his bewittingly bestowed middle name to act as an Alternate ‘Ted', or sometimes work jointly as The QuadraSquad, a “pop-up” rave squad which acts as a recruitment team, and on emergency search-and-rescue missions, collecting key components along the collapse and collision of worlds and within the fabric of space, time, and reality. Chak Chel and Dillon Francis put the Teds through a rigorous (and extremely senseless) crash-course in DJing, forming a popular Trio, whose name varies depending on the dimensions in which they will preform, secretly setting tactical bassdrops, emitting coded frequencies to communicate covertly with other entities, opening intentional time warps, portals, and wormholes through their DJ sets. Time holes where the Trio are in two (or sometimes, more, and alternately infinite) places at once are placed as easter eggs throughout the series; In some cases, The Three Teds are even festival attendees at the festivals which in a neighboring reality they are also headlining, even at points transporting their own selves through timespace--whether intentionally, or coincidentally. As the Teds reach the high ranks of The Psychonauts, even eventually (and unwillingly) becoming separated by the obligation of duty, being assigned to separate sanctions of Leadership by skillset as a “draft” is enacted to strengthen their forces, as they prepare for The FInal Battle (actually multiple (infinite) battles occurring concurrently throughout the expanse of reality, even stretching into the outer realms of ‘inexistence' as the collective consciousness grows, reaching Ascension, and allowing certain realities to reach the New Paradigm. Though evolved over time as the series progresses, The Teds maintain their quirky wookness, questionable (sometimes inappropriate) sense of fashion, and hilariously signature fratboy attitudes and antics, reunifying as a powerful Trio once more towards the conclusion of the series, appearing elementally in various ways at most crucial plot points, revealing the creation through all of their endeavors and shenanigans, a brand new universe within The Infinite Multivetrse. (“TED”, where everything/everyone is “Ted”, This universe collides with “Everyone's A DJ”, and, as an infinitely expanding and integral part of the universe, appears optically as “TBD” (To Be Determined, Where Cliffhangers, Plot Holes, Continuity Errors and other traditional elements of Theatrical Film are represented throughout the SUPA Saga and overall festival project.) During the Wookness: Ted: Yo, how much for this? (Points To Kandi Cuff) ...How much-what? Ted: How much is it? Like what, $50 bucks? 50 bucks?! Ted: Oh shit, my bad--festival prices, huh? Sorry yo, I got a $50, the rest is big bills. Doyou have an online shop? Are you trying to buy my kandi? You can't *buy* kandi! Ted: Pssshhh! Ted: All I buy is Kandi! YOu can't sell kandi, youre supposed to trade it.. That's why you make it. Ted: Yeah bro, I've done trades. (Flashback) Raver Girl: Wanna Trade Kandi? Ted: Show Us your Titties! The girl looks to her friend, as if to say “should I?” her friend, wearing dark Ray Bans, and sternly nods her head in approval, her friend shrugs drunkenly as if to say“fuck it, why not?” While the friend swiftly pulls out her iPhone, the other lifts her shirt, flashing the happy Teds, dancing in Fratboy Delight; Ted, standing adjacent to the straight-faced girl in Sunglasses, sneakily scrunches down to get a good picture; their [Tri-Lens] iPhone cameras now directly aligned. face to face, (or rather, eye-to-eye) ((Or, eye-to-eye, rather,)) (((Rather, eye-to-eye,))). snapping his picture, as the flash from her camera blinds him Ted:UH, Yeah you can..They sell it online. Online? Whats--what? SELL? Ted: Fuck yeah dude. Ted: YEEE, KANDI KID 4 LIFE YOU ARE NOT A KANDI--Ki--YOU CAn'T SELL KANDI. Woah, chill. No “chill” no selling Kandi! NO! NO! What Chak Chel's Bedtime Stories Chak Chel, the GOOGLE kids' favorite babysitter, tells stories of infinitely expanding adventures of the multidimensions of timespace -Honey, I Killed Myself. -Honey, I Shrunk The Skrillex -Who Killed Sunni Blu? -Who Killed SupaCree? -The Curious Case of SupaCree -DILLONCEPTION Trapped in an intensely infinite and ever-expanding and/or consistently densening Vividly Lucid Multidimensionally (And Musically) Interconnected Omni-Galactic Eternal Space-Time “Loop”, [DJ] Dillon Francis must frustratingly attempt to multitask through an “apparently unlimited”[ (I TOLD YOU, IN-FIN-ITE. INFINITY.)] battle his Masked nemesis, Key: Brackets [] Director's Notes, Production Details, typically indicating a tie-in with other entries, or crossovers from other consecutively (or, sometimes, alternately) running series in the saga, more frequently as the “Multiverse” expands, or as the (Technical Omniverse, Eventually) in which the series' specific “(U)niverse” ‘collapsing', being progressively stated repeatedly throughout the series to be both compressing, and expanding respectively; However, as the Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure... Dill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (They cross paths with Bill and Ted, in their search for Two of the missing Teds; Alternately Ted and Ted discover how ‘Three's a Crowd” makes sense, as they happily gallavant frat-tastically through the galaxy, in search of a Sexy Space-Alien Rave Bae (The Amazonian Women from futurama, live action, Saved by the Heroes from futurama) (on) Having ascended into the dimension after her most recent death, SupaCree (not yet known as SupaCree), lands “God”, an Ascended Dimension where she can actually communicate clearly with the Ascended Masters, being closer to ‘God' (her)self, but not directly being able to interact with her; conversely, she can scan the plains of reality from “above”, though later we learn there is no “up” or “down” in “Total Omnipotence”, the post-conscience Infinite Existence Experienced in the Limitless (INFINITE) Energy of Being Everything, Everyone, and Everywhere at once; Simultaneously Nonexistant, Being “Nothing”, “Nobody” and “Nowhere” at once, all represented variously through the concept of infinite multidimentionality, in our “3” dimensional “Uni-Multi-Omni-Versal” (apparently, I've just been told) SupaCree exists in a Tri-Verse, unbeknownst to even God (her)self to its true Origins, the “final(e)” (but not, ever) (e) In a random and nearly collapsed alternate fabric of timespace, where the spelling of the name “Cree” is pronounced the same, but spelled simply “Cre”, (though, specifically equally--”by the exact number of times, actually”--mispronounced”, One of the only similarities between the two, sharing the same planetary alignments and cosmic significance and the same parents--however having been conceived with completely different genetic markers: As a result, this alternate version of herself is physically not “opposite”, but differs in physical appearance drastically--at least, for the most part--as more ideally attractive which to The Original's mind-blowing dissatisfaction, (and, also stagnantly egotistical “Very Satisfied” Satisfaction), But the feeling soon fades when she learns that this reality is on the verge of imminent collapse after the discovery that one subtle, singular synchronicity shared in her actual reality(s)(realities) (which one?) ((Multiple “actual-realities, actually”)) (((Multiple Synchronized Individual Existence Theory, one of the multiple Theories (I) Use to Conceive the (Law) of Evolutionary Infinite Omnipotence, (Everything is Everything/Nothing is Nothing/ God is, as I am/ I am U/All Are One) the aforementioned suggesting the absolute possibility of any circumstance which allows a singular subject with (apparently) “limited” existence, total and complete synchronization at “exact” moment of “Creation”, or “Origin”, and any circumstantially coinciding consecutive synchronizations beyond the limitations eo each respective individual's actual existence or reality.)(Satisfaction, Benny Benassi) (And Apparently, The Biz--because, literally, writing in real-time (What is time) with google. (What's The Biz???) Travelling to 2003, where the event which ties this frail and “practically non-existent” fabric of reality to her own, she eagerly races against the clock (in real time?) ((maybe, unreal time)) (((I am time.))) “I don't believe in time”, later corrected, after being stuck in a Godless world to “The human concept of “time”,/God's not real, or opting to state the phrase more subjectively, “I don't [really}/I kinda don't believe in time,” though as she evolves more rapidly through her progressive Ascension and Elemental Mastery, quickly Surpassing Ascended Mastery as a skilled sorcerer,Visionary Seer, helping her rapidly strengthen the art of Cosmic Alchemy, mastery of (eventually, instant, and respectively infinite manifestation, and matter/antimatter movement and/or manipulation;i.e. The art of Creation. I.E., Do you even know what “i.e' stands for? I'll look it up later, I know what its used for. Look it up. [Googles i.e, clicks on top most commonly searched] I.e. and e.g. are both Latin abbreviations. E.g. stands for exempli gratia and means “for example.” I.e. is the abbreviation for id est and means “in other words.” Remember that E is for example (e.g.) and that I and E are the first letters of in essence, an alternative English translation of i.e. The Original Cree sits perched behind a red (Ugh, red…) ...A red laptop computer; the love light lost from her dark eyes, through the clear lenses of her cheap, brandless (Medicaid.) ...brandless black glasses, narrow framed and unbecoming over the shape of her face, the Album ‘Who Killed Matt Maeson” softly plays a somber song, to which she'd normally--at least, if left alone or rarely, in “comfortable company” (That's, someone you don't necessarily “like”, but still feel comfortable enough to sing around.) The Scientist, in a higher realm, peaking down through her microscope, watches contently, curiously, and concisely, dialing its lens by a couple turns, as she ponders aloud, Hm. Wonder what makes that happen, exactly? That's...huh...Hm. [Her project, a mystery hidden from the audience. She pushes herself back from the desk, reaching for her notebook and jotting quickly her findings, stopping only turn on some [] Music, which blends seamlessly as we fade back into the scene of the drab and unflattering, somewhat “sickeningly” lit, reminiscent of the stagnancy most often observed in a petri dish.] As the song ‘Cringe' begins to play in the background, the clear picture of the laptop screen fades into a blurred obscurity, as her focus shifts sharply to the warm glowing array of colors of her speaker light her otherwise nearly lifeless eyes, as she is Slightly and softly hypnotized into a series of several simultaneous vivid memories; separate and specifically assorted scenes form, as she remembers “everything” quite at once, A vision weaved into her conscious memories, just as seamlessly; A Web Wrapped with the Fragile Fabric of “Time”, the invisible energy of musical frequencies awaken ones senses and sensibilities--invisible, for some...at least. The light on the speaker, a golden tone, as we cascade into the eye mind; A flash to a blurry memory, 2017; A slender and handsome longhaired surfer, resurfaces from submersion under the waves, flipping his long hair back with the graceful and slowmotionly seductive snap of the neck, as the sunlight gleaming a golden glow, in the eye of his admirer. A Flash Of: The Golden Light of the Shining Sun over Santa Monica A Flash, As she Gently Weeps, as the tears leaving her eyes leave (in a flash of scenes) drops onto her jeans, the sidewalk--all the while, A tiny ant carries a giant leaf, as the spider weaves beneath the tree whose leaves leak streams of pretty streaking and speckled, and leaves glassy droplets stuck in the strings of the spider, still weaving; the rain floods the streams into rivers, which bleed, eventually in the ocean, fanning out into the Seven Seas. (pacifically, eventually) Are we reading this, or is this stage direction--production notes? What is this? Who is “we”? WE AVE A whole flashback unfolds: A steamy shower, thick with the smell sweet candles, leaving steam-less spots of mirror in the flickering heat; A seamless and synchronized transition, as the More Cheery and Upbeat Strings, Beat and melody in the previously playing version, fades seemingly into the steam, as ‘Cringe, Stripped” leads us into the memory, where she sings with the heartbreakingly haunting and soulful sadness, the harmony, her voice blending perfectly over the recording as if it were meant to be; The Duality of Grief. Not quite flashing back, but seen as a translucent overlay, another flash; The Seats of a theatre, the scene in black and white, as the stage lights washout, the flickering dremlike scene, the steam so thick we barely see the details of the singing, with the passion that seems to bleed out the ache of her broken, barely beating heart. The song rings out, evolving into what just may be, the beginnings of a remix, as more quick flashes slam back-to-back A flash of: The Scene In The Mercedes A flash of an ambulance, sirens blaring! A flash as the scene of A spider sleeping peacefully beneath a leaf, shielded from the rain, which leaves droplets on the strings, on the opposite side of the same tree; Blissfully unaware of the bird, perched just above lurking or something to eat. Neither the spider, nor the other, or the bird or ant are aware of any one-another, or any other world other besides the tree, the flash of a longshot which we see, is unassumingly and unimpressively, “just a tree” a grey and stormy day; A plane takes off up into the heavy rain, droplets changing shape through the window, looking out as the plane lifts off the ground. The next layer of memories unfold as voiceovers from various quotes, accompanying the song still playing, now beginning to blend with first the stripped version, then the album/studio version, which for a moment, is singularly heard, as the flash of a scene from a more recent memory flashes: The Digital Clock in the Car Reads, 88.1 in red, The volume is low, almost so low that it can't be heard: she stares out the window on a grey and overcast day, eyes lost and pondering--though they light when her finely tuned ears catch the pitch of the song ‘Cringe', as she excitedly turns the volume up eagerly, listening for a moment--a range of joyful surprise in her expressions, happily pushing up the Translucent Pink Frames, sighing with a smile, as she exclaims, “WHAT? THIS SONG IS ON THE RADIO NOW?!” The driver, taken aback but having caught her contagious beam of “happy” I almost forgot about this song. That was a long time ago... “Oh...do you know this song?” I haven't heard it in forever...I forgot it existed. [pause] I can't believe it took that long… “yeah , it's pretty popular. It's like always on.” ...I can't believe this song...daaaaamn...her excitement settles, as she looks back out of the window, at the grey and rainy day. So, that's how long it takes… The blending and fading of the song creates an array of rapidly changing scenes faded, flashing, cut and becoming somehow closer, yet further away at the same time. Colors and shapes, as the sounds that the songs all being played which remain the same, but change, as they create new sound waves; The Three Songs are arranged and rearranged, as are the scenes, pictures, videos, of entertainment stages through the ages, The Festival Culture highlighted in the Inception since The Dawn of Rave, to present day. [Each quote, a voiceover played by an ensemble cast, each made to read any/every line specifically, if unaccompanied by a name.] The Clips and Sound Combine with Colorful Psychedelic and neon in some scenes even in 3D, (ideally, actually, up to 9D) as music, theatre, television, and flashes of memories and scenes of everything, as the shifting screen changes slightly and steadily with the music, now something of an electronic-meets-acoustic symphony (:UNPLUGGED), still cleanly and seamless in the colorful chaos that is everything, though visually intensely overwhelming, a sensory-stimulating synthesis of “Sound That You Can See”[ *go back for quote from song] The Sountrack now taking us on a Journey through sound, (ideally surround sound, even having speakers and subs somehow mounted from the ceiling, pointing down, pointing up from the ground. With Live Theatre Production Experiences combine more elements representative of the 9 Dimensions, by arranging speakers set outside of the theatre itself--perhaps, if in a Live Theatre setting, where the movie is projected onto a screen or skrim on stage, additional screens canbe projected onto the walls of the theatre, creating potential to use the audience interactively, perhaps arranging for actors seated amongst the audience members, interjecting at the intersections of crossing dimensions with both improvised and rehearsed actions, and or carrying out specific tasks as it related to the plot, the audience, even becoming the stage, as the stage is re-arranged; even becoming a mirror image of the theatre, filling with patrons and gazing into the audience, where cast members reflect a multidimensional portrayal, an interpretive alternate reality of what is happening on stage, unseen off stage, while the film still plays somewhere (or even sometimes, nowhere) as light and sound design give the viewer an experience of senselessness and sensory stimulus, Explaining through experience, representations of conditions; Much like a masterful DJ mixes musical elements in a live setting by reading the crowd, The Ideal Live Production of this Film has the ability to Unify the audience through various interactive activities; an energy-based planned, or even sporadic--based on the audience itself, monitored by The Ringmaster, an unseen (cast) Omnipitence, or ‘The Universe” itself, , as we apply the Values of Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect as the Ultra-Fine Line between “Everything” and “Nothing”, in simpler terms: Light and Dark, and finding the balance which allows us, in the “present” to explore and experience The Voids, shattering reality as the Linear plot unravels into a non-linar Uncontrolled Experiement, Allowing for Manuverability within the variables and simulating a Synesthesia-Inspired Simulation of Multidimensional Time and Space Travel, using music as the constant connection; as the finale transforms the theater in entirety into both a theatrical interpretation of a full-scale music festival--and a real-life miniature dance scene, inviting real-life ravers to fill the space to capacity, as the final scenes of the film unfold as the our present reality Expanding, Ascending, Compressing, and Collapsing All at Once, Explosions and Implosions as Conscious and Unconscious Collide in the Cosmos; Darkness having never known Light, and Life is the balance we find as they collide, tied in tightly by Time through the rhymes and iambic pentameters, patterns, passion, perception; we find the Power of the Divine is the awareness of one's existence as Everything and/or Nothing at once, As the Reflection of both the inward and outward selves must balance, and harmonize in time, to realize The Difference between Paradise and The Prison of Purgatory, is the illusion of Division between the two Divine Eyes; The strength behind them lights the … Ted, Ted, and Ted's accidental initiation into The Psychonauts began as a result of the friends, originally three Fraternity Brothers and Recent Graduates of UCLA attending festivals consistently together, each using various Mind-Altering substances to attract (“preferably female”) partygoers. Over the course of the series in short (often light and comedic) scenes, where the trio often stumble into reality-shattering situations by sheer coincidence or seemingly random occurrences. But as we later learn about the multilayered world of interdimensional existence, Everything happens for a reason; Nothing is Impossible, Never Say Never, Be Careful what You Wish For-- and, of course-- there are no coincidences. These three seemingly simple-minded creatures begin as “wooks”, Shirtless Party Boys eager to rave. Often [irresponsibly] experimenting with copious amounts of psychedelics, the boys often find themselves unknowingly transported through various wormholes, teleportals, time warps, and Voids created through the music at each festival they attend, sometimes confusedly landing them in alternate parallels and altered dimensions of reality, sometimes even spiraling into three separate dimensions at once, thus creating new points along The Grid, from which the parallels and dimensions are woven together and interconnected through, time, space, circumstance, and choice in any conscious--ultimately (though, most often by dumb luck or happy accidents) expanding the universe, prompting the Ascended Masters to scout Ted, Ted, and Ted as a unified team to be inducted into The Psyconauts, eventually becoming an integral and important Dillon (Theodore) Francis, while working towards an Alliance between the Bampheramphs and Psychonauts uses his bewittingly bestowed middle name to act as an Alternate ‘Ted', or sometimes work jointly as The QuadraSquad, a “pop-up” rave squad which acts as a recruitment team, and on emergency search-and-rescue missions, collecting key components along the collapse and collision of worlds and within the fabric of space, time, and reality. Chak Chel and Dillon Francis put the Teds through a rigorous (and extremely senseless) crash-course in DJing, forming a popular Trio, whose name varies depending on the dimensions in which they will preform, secretly setting tactical bassdrops, emitting coded frequencies to communicate covertly with other entities, opening intentional time warps, portals, and wormholes through their DJ sets. Time holes where the Trio are in two (or sometimes, more, and alternately infinite) places at once are placed as easter eggs throughout the series; In some cases, The Three Teds are even festival attendees at the festivals which in a neighboring reality they are also headlining, even at points transporting their own selves through timespace--whether intentionally, or coincidentally. As the Teds reach the high ranks of The Psychonauts, even eventually (and unwillingly) becoming separated by the obligation of duty, being assigned to separate sanctions of Leadership by skillset as a “draft” is enacted to strengthen their forces, as they prepare for The FInal Battle (actually multiple (infinite) battles occurring concurrently throughout the expanse of reality, even stretching into the outer realms of ‘inexistence' as the collective consciousness grows, reaching Ascension, and allowing certain realities to reach the New Paradigm. Though evolved over time as the series progresses, The Teds maintain their quirky wookness, questionable (sometimes inappropriate) sense of fashion, and hilariously signature fratboy attitudes and antics, reunifying as a powerful Trio once more towards the conclusion of the series, appearing elementally in various ways at most crucial plot points, revealing the creation through all of their endeavors and shenanigans, a brand new universe within The Infinite Multiverse. (“TED”, where everything/everyone is “Ted”, This universe collides with “Everyone's A DJ”, and, as an infinitely expanding and integral part of the universe, appears optically as “TBD” (To Be Determined, Where Cliffhangers, Plot Holes, Continuity Errors and other traditional elements of Theatrical Film are represented throughout the SUPA Saga and overall festival project.) During the Wookness: Ted: Yo, how much for this? (Points To Kandi Cuff) ...How much-what? Ted: How much is it? Like what, $50 bucks? 50 bucks?! Ted: Oh shit, my bad--festival prices, huh? Sorry yo, I got a $50, the rest is big bills. Doyou have an online shop? Are you trying to buy my kandi? You can't *buy* kandi! Ted: Pssshhh! Ted: All I buy is Kandi! You can't sell kandi, you're supposed to trade it.. That's why you make it. Ted: Yeah bro, I've done trades. (Flashback) Raver Girl: Wanna Trade Kandi? Ted: Show Us your Titties! The girl looks to her friend, as if to say “should I?” her friend, wearing dark Ray Bans, and sternly nods her head in approval, her friend shrugs drunkenly as if to say“fuck it, why not?” While the friend swiftly pulls out her iPhone, the other lifts her shirt, flashing the happy Teds, dancing in Fratboy Delight; Ted, standing adjacent to the straight-faced girl in Sunglasses, sneakily scrunches down to get a good picture; their [Tri-Lens] iPhone cameras now directly aligned. face to face, (or rather, eye-to-eye) ((Or, eye-to-eye, rather,)) (((Rather, eye-to-eye,))). snapping his picture, as the flash from her camera blinds him Ted:UH, Yeah you can..They sell it online. Online? Whats--what? SELL? Ted: Fuck yeah dude. Ted: YEEE, KANDI KID 4 LIFE YOU ARE NOT A KANDI--Ki--YOU CAn'T SELL KANDI. Woah, chill. No “chill” no selling Kandi! NO! NO! What Chak Chel's Bedtime Stories Chak Chel, the GOOGLE kids' favorite babysitter, tells stories of infinitely expanding adventures of the multidimensions of timespace -Honey, I Killed Myself. -Honey, I Shrunk The Skrillex -Who Killed Sunni Blu? -Who Killed SupaCree? -The Curious Case of SupaCree -DILLONCEPTION Trapped in an intensely infinite and ever-expanding and/or consistently densening Vividly Lucid Multidimensionally (And Musically) Interconnected Omni-Galactic Eternal Space-Time “Loop”, [DJ] Dillon Francis must frustratingly attempt to multitask through an “apparently unlimited”[ (I TOLD YOU, IN-FIN-ITE. INFINITY.)] battle his Masked nemesis, Key: Brackets [] Director's Notes, Production Details, typically indicating a tie-in with other entries, or crossovers from other consecutively (or, sometimes, alternately) running series in the saga, more frequently as the “Multiverse” expands, or as the (Technical Omniverse, Eventually) in which the series' specific “(U)niverse” ‘collapsing', being progressively stated repeatedly throughout the series to be both compressing, and expanding respectively; However, as the Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure... Dill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (They cross paths with Bill and Ted, in their search for Two of the missing Teds; Alternately Ted and Ted discover how ‘Three's a Crowd” makes sense, as they happily gallavant frat-tastically through the galaxy, in search of a Sexy Space-Alien Rave Bae (The Amazonian Women from futurama, live action, Saved by the Heroes from futurama) (on) Having ascended into the dimension after her most recent death, SupaCree (not yet known as SupaCree), lands “God”, an Ascended Dimension where she can actually communicate clearly with the Ascended Masters, being closer to ‘God' (her)self, but not directly being able to interact with her; conversely, she can scan the plains of reality from “above”, though later we learn there is no “up” or “down” in “Total Omnipotence”, the post-conscience Infinite Existence Experienced in the Limitless (INFINITE) Energy of Being Everything, Everyone, and Everywhere at once; Simultaneously Nonexistant, Being “Nothing”, “Nobody” and “Nowhere” at once, all represented variously through the concept of infinite multidimentionality, in our “3” dimensional “Uni-Multi-Omni-Versal” (apparently, I've just been told) SupaCree exists in a Tri-Verse, unbeknownst to even God (her)self to its true Origins, the “final(e)” (but not, ever) (e) In a random and nearly collapsed alternate fabric of timespace, where the spelling of the name “Cree” is pronounced the same, but spelled simply “Cre”, (though, specifically equally--”by the exact number of times, actually”--mispronounced”, One of the only similarities between the two, sharing the same planetary alignments and cosmic significance and the same parents--however having been conceived with completely different genetic markers: As a result, this alternate version of herself is physically not “opposite”, but differs in physical appearance drastically--at least, for the most part--as more ideally attractive which to The Original's mind-blowing dissatisfaction, (and, also stagnantly egotistical “Very Satisfied” Satisfaction), But the feeling soon fades when she learns that this reality is on the verge of imminent collapse after the discovery that one subtle, singular synchronicity shared in her actual reality(s)(realities) (which one?) ((Multiple “actual-realities, actually”)) (((Multiple Synchronized Individual Existence Theory, one of the multiple Theories (I) Use to Conceive the (Law) of Evolutionary Infinite Omnipotence, (Everything is Everything/Nothing is Nothing/ God is, as I am/ I am U/All Are One) the aforementioned suggesting the absolute possibility of any circumstance which allows a singular subject with (apparently) “limited” existence, total and complete synchronization at “exact” moment of “Creation”, or “Origin”, and any circumstantially coinciding consecutive synchronizations beyond the limitations eo each respective individual's actual existence or reality.)(Satisfaction, Benny Benassi) (And Apparently, The Biz--because, literally, writing in real-time (What is time) with google. (What's The Biz???) Travelling to 2003, where the event which ties this frail and “practically non-existent” fabric of reality to her own, she eagerly races against the clock (in real time?) ((maybe, unreal time)) (((I am time.))) “I don't believe in time”, later corrected, after being stuck in a Godless world to “The human concept of “time”,/God's not real, or opting to state the phrase more subjectively, “I don't [really}/I kinda don't believe in time,” though as she evolves more rapidly through her progressive Ascension and Elemental Mastery, quickly Surpassing Ascended Mastery as a skilled sorcerer,Visionary Seer, helping her rapidly strengthen the art of Cosmic Alchemy, mastery of (eventually, instant, and respectively infinite manifestation, and matter/antimatter movement and/or manipulation;i.e. The art of Creation. I.E., Do you even know what “i.e' stands for? I'll look it up later, I know what its used for. Look it up. [Googles i.e, clicks on top most commonly searched] I.e. and e.g. are both Latin abbreviations. E.g. stands for exempli gratia and means “for example.” I.e. is the abbreviation for id est and means “in other words.” Remember that E is for example (e.g.) and that I and E are the first letters of in essence, an alternative English translation of i.e. The Original Cree sits perched behind a red (Ugh, red…) ...A red laptop computer; the love light lost from her dark eyes, through the clear lenses of her cheap, brandless (Medicaid.) ...brandless black glasses, narrow framed and unbecoming over the shape of her face, the Album ‘Who Killed Matt Maeson” softly plays a somber song, to which she'd normally--at least, if left alone or rarely, in “comfortable company” (That's, someone you don't necessarily “like”, but still feel comfortable enough to sing around.) The Scientist, in a higher realm, peaking down through her microscope, watches contently, curiously, and concisely, dialing its lens by a couple turns, as she ponders aloud, Hm. Wonder what makes that happen, exactly? That's...huh...Hm. [Her project, a mystery hidden from the audience. She pushes herself back from the desk, reaching for her notebook and jotting quickly her findings, stopping only turn on some [] Music, which blends seamlessly as we fade back into the scene of the drab and unflattering, somewhat “sickeningly” lit, reminiscent of the stagnancy most often observed in a petri dish.] As the song ‘Cringe' begins to play in the background, the clear picture of the laptop screen fades into a blurred obscurity, as her focus shifts sharply to the warm glowing array of colors of her speaker light her otherwise nearly lifeless eyes, as she is Slightly and softly hypnotized into a series of several simultaneous vivid memories; separate and specifically assorted scenes form, as she remembers “everything” quite at once, A vision weaved into her conscious memories, just as seamlessly; A Web Wrapped with the Fragile Fabric of “Time”, the invisible energy of musical frequencies awaken ones senses and sensibilities--invisible, for some...at least. The light on the speaker, a golden tone, as we cascade into the eye mind; A flash to a blurry memory, 2017; A slender and handsome longhaired surfer, resurfaces from submersion under the waves, flipping his long hair back with the graceful and slowmotionly seductive snap of the neck, as the sunlight gleaming a golden glow, in the eye of his admirer. A Flash Of: The Golden Light of the Shining Sun over Santa Monica A Flash, As she Gently Weeps, as the tears leaving her eyes leave (in a flash of scenes) drops onto her jeans, the sidewalk--all the while, A tiny ant carries a giant leaf, as the spider weaves beneath the tree whose leaves leak streams of pretty streaking and speckled, and leaves glassy droplets stuck in the strings of the spider, still weaving; the rain floods the streams into rivers, which bleed, eventually in the ocean, fanning out into the Seven Seas. (pacifically, eventually) Are we reading this, or is this stage direction--production notes? What is this? Who is “we”? WE AVE A whole flashback unfolds: A steamy shower, thick with the smell sweet candles, leaving steam-less spots of mirror in the flickering heat; A seamless and synchronized transition, as the More Cheery and Upbeat Strings, Beat and melody in the previously playing version, fades seemingly into the steam, as ‘Cringe, Stripped” leads us into the memory, where she sings with the heartbreakingly haunting and soulful sadness, the harmony, her voice blending perfectly over the recording as if it were meant to be; The Duality of Grief. Not quite flashing back, but seen as a translucent overlay, another flash; The Seats of a theatre, the scene in black and white, as the stage lights washout, the flickering dremlike scene, the steam so thick we barely see the details of the singing, with the passion that seems to bleed out the ache of her broken, barely beating heart. The song rings out, evolving into what just may be, the beginnings of a remix, as more quick flashes slam back-to-back A flash of: The Scene In The Mercedes A flash of an ambulance, sirens blaring! A flash as the scene of A spider sleeping peacefully beneath a leaf, shielded from the rain, which leaves droplets on the strings, on the opposite side of the same tree; Blissfully unaware of the bird, perched just above lurking or something to eat. Neither the spider, nor the other, or the bird or ant are aware of any one-another, or any other world other besides the tree, the flash of a longshot which we see, is unassumingly and unimpressively, “just a tree” a grey and stormy day; A plane takes off up into the heavy rain, droplets changing shape through the window, looking out as the plane lifts off the ground. The next layer of memories unfold as voiceovers from various quotes, accompanying the song still playing, now beginning to blend with first the stripped version, then the album/studio version, which for a moment, is singularly heard, as the flash of a scene from a more recent memory flashes: The Digital Clock in the Car Reads, 88.1 in red, The volume is low, almost so low that it can't be heard: she stares out the window on a grey and overcast day, eyes lost and pondering--though they light when her finely tuned ears catch the pitch of the song ‘Cringe', as she excitedly turns the volume up eagerly, listening for a moment--a range of joyful surprise in her expressions, happily pushing up the Translucent Pink Frames, sighing with a smile, as she exclaims, “WHAT? THIS SONG IS ON THE RADIO NOW?!” The driver, taken aback but having caught her contagious beam of “happy” I almost forgot about this song. That was a long time ago... “Oh...do you know this song?” I haven't heard it in forever...I forgot it existed. [pause] I can't believe it took that long… “yeah , it's pretty popular. It's like always on.” ...I can't believe this song...daaaaamn...her excitement settles, as she looks back out of the window, at the grey and rainy day. So, that's how long it takes… The blending and fading of the song creates an array of rapidly changing scenes faded, flashing, cut and becoming somehow closer, yet further away at the same time. Colors and shapes, as the sounds that the songs all being played which remain the same, but change, as they create new sound waves; The Three Songs are arranged and rearranged, as are the scenes, pictures, videos, of entertainment stages through the ages, The Festival Culture highlighted in the Inception since The Dawn of Rave, to present day. [Each quote, a voiceover played by an ensemble cast, each made to read any/every line specifically, if unaccompanied by a name.] The Clips and Sound Combine with Colorful Psychedelic and neon in some scenes even in 3D, (ideally, actually, up to 9D) as music, theatre, television, and flashes of memories and scenes of everything, as the shifting screen changes slightly and steadily with the music, now something of an electronic-meets-acoustic symphony (:UNPLUGGED), still cleanly and seamless in the colorful chaos that is everything, though visually intensely overwhelming, a sensory-stimulating synthesis of “Sound That You Can See”[ *go back for quote from song] The Sountrack now taking us on a Journey through sound, (ideally surround sound, even having speakers and subs somehow mounted from the ceiling, pointing down, pointing up from the ground. With Live Theatre Production Experiences combine more elements representative of the 9 Dimensions, by arranging speakers set outside of the theatre itself--perhaps, if in a Live Theatre setting, where the movie is projected onto a screen or skrim on stage, additional screens canbe projected onto the walls of the theatre, creating potential to use the audience interactively, perhaps arranging for actors seated amongst the audience members, interjecting at the intersections of crossing dimensions with both improvised and rehearsed actions, and or carrying out specific tasks as it related to the plot, the audience, even becoming the stage, as the stage is re-arranged; even becoming a mirror image of the theatre, filling with patrons and gazing into the audience, where cast members reflect a multidimensional portrayal, an interpretive alternate reality of what is happening on stage, unseen off stage, while the film still plays somewhere (or even sometimes, nowhere) as light and sound design give the viewer an experience of senselessness and sensory stimulus, Explaining through experience, representations of conditions; Much like a masterful DJ mixes musical elements in a live setting by reading the crowd, The Ideal Live Production of this Film has the ability to Unify the audience through various interactive activities; an energy-based planned, or even sporadic--based on the audience itself, monitored by The Ringmaster, an unseen (cast) Omnipitence, or ‘The Universe” itself, , as we apply the Values of Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect as the Ultra-Fine Line between “Everything” and “Nothing”, in simpler terms: Light and Dark, and finding the balance which allows us, in the “present” to explore and experience The Voids, shattering reality as the Linear plot unravels into a non-linar Uncontrolled Experiement, Allowing for Manuverability within the variables and simulating a Synesthesia-Inspired Simulation of Multidimensional Time and Space Travel, using music as the constant connection; as the finale transforms the theatre in entirety into both a theatrical interpretation of a full-scale music festival--and a real-life miniature dance scene, inviting real-life ravers to fill the space to capacity, as the final scenes of the film unfold as the our present reality Expanding, Ascending, Compressing, and Collapsing All at Once, Explosions and Implosions as Concious and Unconcious Collide in the Cosmos; Darkness having never known Light, and Life is the balance we find as they collide, tied in tightly by Time through the rhymes and iambic pentameters, patterns, passion, perception; we find the Power of the Divine is the awareness of one's existence as Everything and/or Nothing at once, As the Reflection of both the inward and outward selves must balance, and harmonize in time, to realize The Difference between Paradice and The Prison of Purgatory, is the illusion of Division between the two Divine Eyes; The strength behind them lights the … I'm tired. Something about a third eye, right? I don't know. I think they closed mine. Who's “they” I am. “I prefer the gloominess to the sun. I don't know why.” (From, The Beatles, Love: Sun, Sun, Sun…) “‘I told the spider i'd write it!” (A quick clip of spiderman) ‘'Ohh, she spida” Okay, literally what the FUCK is my life. Are you alive? Not even. This doesn't make sense. How much sense is it supposed to make. It is making sense. It's making 6th sense. How did he DO that? Just him? THEY. Oh, shit. I know you're workin for it. Nah, I don't even think that's right? What's right? Something Doesn't Feel Right, I've had enough for one night. Yo, how is this happening? I don't know. They said it was a 9-Dimensional Song. WHAT even IS the 9th Dimension? What are any of the DImensions? I don't know. Google it. I did. And? And I have ADD. I dont know. So, go! GOH.. Aw, FUCK. This is getting weird. It's been weird. How is it, I can quit Skrillex, but Skrillex can't quit me. What? It was just a coincidence. There are no coincidences. How is that song even on the radio. Look what money can do! Money can do anything! I guess taht explains why you can't. it DOES. Do they want me to kill myself? Do you want you to kill yourself? Not really. I'd rather just die of natural causes, so I don'thave to be punished. Are you being punished. I commit suicide, and-- I already told this story. I'm not telling it again. How many times have you really told it. I've been telling it. I've been living it. I'm over it. Youre not over it. You're panicking. I'm writing. Youre fasting. I'm hungry. Why are you fasting? Because nothing makes sense. I have no money, I have no music-- You have music. I have nothing. I'm fucked. There are no coincidences. Don't you think I know? I quit listening to Skrillex, all of a sudden he's on the radio?! Yes. Is he even aware of my existence?! Is he? What the fuck is happening right now. Where's Scary Monsters? In my head. What's the plot? It's...somewhere. You've got to clean up these documents somehow. I don't have the focus. Try crystal meth. No. Try adderall. ...I don't have any money. Try a doctor. I did. I tried over and over and over. For depression. For Anxiety. For ADD. Everything they give me just makes me WORSE. That's hy you NEVER say you're runnin for President. I'm NOT. But you said it. Now you're really fucked. I am. So that's it. That has to be it. They want me dead so I can't run. That's the only way it's going to happen. What's going to happen. Either thing. I'm not running for President. You're not killing yourself. Psh. Watch me. We have been. Who is we. We-YOU. IT doesn't matter. nobody would believe any of it. the whole story sounds made up. How is this supposed to work out? They used Skrillex to get me to kill myself? That's...that's deep. Or…? Or...they used Skrillex to get me to... Get you to…? I don't know. I'm pretty worthless. All I do is...this. And what's this? And who is THIS? That was Chak Chel, I guess. What the fuck did getter DO? What did Getter do? What are they doing? I think the better question is: Why? WHY In-- Who's name? I'm not God. Until you are. And then I'm Avicii. Or Skrillex. Skrillex isn't dead yet. Yet. What the fuck. Don't . I didn't. But you did. Fuck this. Fuck That. Fuck that, too. Wait, does the Roomba say “fuck that” or “fuck you?” It says “Fuck you-fuck you-fuck you-fuck you-” Because it's a vacuum, so it's literally ‘eating shit'. See. Classic. Occult Classic. It is, all in my head. Until it isn't. I already fucked up. I sent a fucking suicide letter to-- A suicide letter. One of hundreds. Yeah. So they know i'm fucked up. Because they didn't know already? How would they know? How would they NOT KNOW? They've been with you all year. That's all in my head. Is it? I mean--Is it? Seems like it. Look at the evidence. I am the evidence. Look at last year--everywhere you went in the rave world, something happened. Lots of somethings happened. Eventually culminating in-- In? Tents. So what the FUCK am I supposed to do. Well, not kill yourself. Then what? Not starve yourself. I'm too fat. But you can lose weight. You can do anything, I can't do anything. You can. Then, I already have. Right. What am I supposed to do? What is this supposed to mean? Maybe it's time for a jump start. I was saving that. You were supposed to blast off at the STRAT and had McDonalds instead. I ordered a Muder-Suicide, with the intention of finishing in Suicide. But? But I went into a food coma. So maybe rather than the enemy, McDonalds is a friend. McDonalds is a friend to no one. Saved your life. Prolonged my life. As it always seems to. Think to the last few times you've ordered the Suicide Meal. It's only been twice. And? Both times I fell asleep before I could do it. So. So there's something in McDonalds that...I don't know. Takes away the ache. It is an ache, isn't it. It is. Now think--you're not the only suicidal person on the planet. No, I'm not. Think harder. I just did. And where did you go? To The Mountain. Where--? Where Tim said-- And how is it that you're on a first name basis with someone you've never met? I'm pretty sure i'm just crazy. Avicii came to you how? Through the music. And Sonny came to you how? ... How? Through the music. What did his mother say? Can I write this? Either someone's reading it, or they aren't. And if they are? Then, what does that make you? Crazy. But they're reading your words. They're just words. What did she say? I know what she said. I don't think I can write it. This is why The Untold Prophecy Remains Untold. This is all ridiculous. Isn't it. Whose birthday is it? Mine. Happy Birthday. Thanks. How old are you? I remember someone asked that... Who? What did Getter Do? Just Getter? What...does Pasqualle Do? Just Pasqualle? ...What do I... What are you? I don't know. Did you ever? Would You Ever? I can't help it. What can you help? I don't know. Why me? Y-U, Y-U, Y-U-- What was that, anyway? {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

COPYRIGHT PROTECTED INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY / CONTENT Ted, Ted, and Ted's accidental initiation into The Psychonauts began as a result of the friends, originally three Fraternity Brothers and Recent Graduates of UCLA attending festivals consistently together, each using various Mind-Altering substances to attract (“preferably female”) partygoers. Over the course of the series in short (often light and comedic) scenes, where the trio often stumble into reality-shattering situations by sheer coincidence or seemingly random occurrences. But as we later learn about the multilayered world of interdimensional existence, Everything happens for a reason; Nothing is Impossible, Never Say Never, Be Careful what You Wish For-- and, of course-- there are no coincidences. These three seemingly simple-minded creatures begin as “wooks”, Shirtless Party Boys eager to rave. Often [irresponsibly] experimenting with copious amounts of psychedelics, the boys often find themselves unknowingly transported through various wormholes, teleportals, time warps, and Voids created through the music at each festival they attend, sometimes confusedly landing them in alternate parallels and altered dimensions of reality, sometimes even spiraling into three separate dimensions at once, thus creating new points along The Grid, from which the parallels and dimensions are woven together and interconnected through, time, space, circumstance, and choice in any conscious--ultimately (though, most often by dumb luck or happy accidents) expanding the universe, prompting the Ascended Masters to scout Ted, Ted, and Ted as a unified team to be inducted into The Psyconauts, eventually becoming an integral and important Dillon (Theodore) Francis, while working towards an Alliance between the Bampheramphs and Psychonauts uses his bewittingly bestowed middle name to act as an Alternate ‘Ted', or sometimes work jointly as The QuadraSquad, a “pop-up” rave squad which acts as a recruitment team, and on emergency search-and-rescue missions, collecting key components along the collapse and collision of worlds and within the fabric of space, time, and reality. Chak Chel and Dillon Francis put the Teds through a rigorous (and extremely senseless) crash-course in DJing, forming a popular Trio, whose name varies depending on the dimensions in which they will preform, secretly setting tactical bassdrops, emitting coded frequencies to communicate covertly with other entities, opening intentional time warps, portals, and wormholes through their DJ sets. Time holes where the Trio are in two (or sometimes, more, and alternately infinite) places at once are placed as easter eggs throughout the series; In some cases, The Three Teds are even festival attendees at the festivals which in a neighboring reality they are also headlining, even at points transporting their own selves through timespace--whether intentionally, or coincidentally. As the Teds reach the high ranks of The Psychonauts, even eventually (and unwillingly) becoming separated by the obligation of duty, being assigned to separate sanctions of Leadership by skillset as a “draft” is enacted to strengthen their forces, as they prepare for The FInal Battle (actually multiple (infinite) battles occurring concurrently throughout the expanse of reality, even stretching into the outer realms of ‘inexistence' as the collective consciousness grows, reaching Ascension, and allowing certain realities to reach the New Paradigm. Though evolved over time as the series progresses, The Teds maintain their quirky wookness, questionable (sometimes inappropriate) sense of fashion, and hilariously signature fratboy attitudes and antics, reunifying as a powerful Trio once more towards the conclusion of the series, appearing elementally in various ways at most crucial plot points, revealing the creation through all of their endeavors and shenanigans, a brand new universe within The Infinite Multivetrse. (“TED”, where everything/everyone is “Ted”, This universe collides with “Everyone's A DJ”, and, as an infinitely expanding and integral part of the universe, appears optically as “TBD” (To Be Determined, Where Cliffhangers, Plot Holes, Continuity Errors and other traditional elements of Theatrical Film are represented throughout the SUPA Saga and overall festival project.) During the Wookness: Ted: Yo, how much for this? (Points To Kandi Cuff) ...How much-what? Ted: How much is it? Like what, $50 bucks? 50 bucks?! Ted: Oh shit, my bad--festival prices, huh? Sorry yo, I got a $50, the rest is big bills. Doyou have an online shop? Are you trying to buy my kandi? You can't *buy* kandi! Ted: Pssshhh! Ted: All I buy is Kandi! YOu can't sell kandi, youre supposed to trade it.. That's why you make it. Ted: Yeah bro, I've done trades. (Flashback) Raver Girl: Wanna Trade Kandi? Ted: Show Us your Titties! The girl looks to her friend, as if to say “should I?” her friend, wearing dark Ray Bans, and sternly nods her head in approval, her friend shrugs drunkenly as if to say“fuck it, why not?” While the friend swiftly pulls out her iPhone, the other lifts her shirt, flashing the happy Teds, dancing in Fratboy Delight; Ted, standing adjacent to the straight-faced girl in Sunglasses, sneakily scrunches down to get a good picture; their [Tri-Lens] iPhone cameras now directly aligned. face to face, (or rather, eye-to-eye) ((Or, eye-to-eye, rather,)) (((Rather, eye-to-eye,))). snapping his picture, as the flash from her camera blinds him Ted:UH, Yeah you can..They sell it online. Online? Whats--what? SELL? Ted: Fuck yeah dude. Ted: YEEE, KANDI KID 4 LIFE YOU ARE NOT A KANDI--Ki--YOU CAn'T SELL KANDI. Woah, chill. No “chill” no selling Kandi! NO! NO! What Chak Chel's Bedtime Stories Chak Chel, the GOOGLE kids' favorite babysitter, tells stories of infinitely expanding adventures of the multidimensions of timespace -Honey, I Killed Myself. -Honey, I Shrunk The Skrillex -Who Killed Sunni Blu? -Who Killed SupaCree? -The Curious Case of SupaCree -DILLONCEPTION Trapped in an intensely infinite and ever-expanding and/or consistently densening Vividly Lucid Multidimensionally (And Musically) Interconnected Omni-Galactic Eternal Space-Time “Loop”, [DJ] Dillon Francis must frustratingly attempt to multitask through an “apparently unlimited”[ (I TOLD YOU, IN-FIN-ITE. INFINITY.)] battle his Masked nemesis, Key: Brackets [] Director's Notes, Production Details, typically indicating a tie-in with other entries, or crossovers from other consecutively (or, sometimes, alternately) running series in the saga, more frequently as the “Multiverse” expands, or as the (Technical Omniverse, Eventually) in which the series' specific “(U)niverse” ‘collapsing', being progressively stated repeatedly throughout the series to be both compressing, and expanding respectively; However, as the Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure... Dill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (They cross paths with Bill and Ted, in their search for Two of the missing Teds; Alternately Ted and Ted discover how ‘Three's a Crowd” makes sense, as they happily gallavant frat-tastically through the galaxy, in search of a Sexy Space-Alien Rave Bae (The Amazonian Women from futurama, live action, Saved by the Heroes from futurama) (on) Having ascended into the dimension after her most recent death, SupaCree (not yet known as SupaCree), lands “God”, an Ascended Dimension where she can actually communicate clearly with the Ascended Masters, being closer to ‘God' (her)self, but not directly being able to interact with her; conversely, she can scan the plains of reality from “above”, though later we learn there is no “up” or “down” in “Total Omnipotence”, the post-conscience Infinite Existence Experienced in the Limitless (INFINITE) Energy of Being Everything, Everyone, and Everywhere at once; Simultaneously Nonexistant, Being “Nothing”, “Nobody” and “Nowhere” at once, all represented variously through the concept of infinite multidimentionality, in our “3” dimensional “Uni-Multi-Omni-Versal” (apparently, I've just been told) SupaCree exists in a Tri-Verse, unbeknownst to even God (her)self to its true Origins, the “final(e)” (but not, ever) (e) In a random and nearly collapsed alternate fabric of timespace, where the spelling of the name “Cree” is pronounced the same, but spelled simply “Cre”, (though, specifically equally--”by the exact number of times, actually”--mispronounced”, One of the only similarities between the two, sharing the same planetary alignments and cosmic significance and the same parents--however having been conceived with completely different genetic markers: As a result, this alternate version of herself is physically not “opposite”, but differs in physical appearance drastically--at least, for the most part--as more ideally attractive which to The Original's mind-blowing dissatisfaction, (and, also stagnantly egotistical “Very Satisfied” Satisfaction), But the feeling soon fades when she learns that this reality is on the verge of imminent collapse after the discovery that one subtle, singular synchronicity shared in her actual reality(s)(realities) (which one?) ((Multiple “actual-realities, actually”)) (((Multiple Synchronized Individual Existence Theory, one of the multiple Theories (I) Use to Conceive the (Law) of Evolutionary Infinite Omnipotence, (Everything is Everything/Nothing is Nothing/ God is, as I am/ I am U/All Are One) the aforementioned suggesting the absolute possibility of any circumstance which allows a singular subject with (apparently) “limited” existence, total and complete synchronization at “exact” moment of “Creation”, or “Origin”, and any circumstantially coinciding consecutive synchronizations beyond the limitations eo each respective individual's actual existence or reality.)(Satisfaction, Benny Benassi) (And Apparently, The Biz--because, literally, writing in real-time (What is time) with google. (What's The Biz???) Travelling to 2003, where the event which ties this frail and “practically non-existent” fabric of reality to her own, she eagerly races against the clock (in real time?) ((maybe, unreal time)) (((I am time.))) “I don't believe in time”, later corrected, after being stuck in a Godless world to “The human concept of “time”,/God's not real, or opting to state the phrase more subjectively, “I don't [really}/I kinda don't believe in time,” though as she evolves more rapidly through her progressive Ascension and Elemental Mastery, quickly Surpassing Ascended Mastery as a skilled sorcerer,Visionary Seer, helping her rapidly strengthen the art of Cosmic Alchemy, mastery of (eventually, instant, and respectively infinite manifestation, and matter/antimatter movement and/or manipulation;i.e. The art of Creation. I.E., Do you even know what “i.e' stands for? I'll look it up later, I know what its used for. Look it up. [Googles i.e, clicks on top most commonly searched] I.e. and e.g. are both Latin abbreviations. E.g. stands for exempli gratia and means “for example.” I.e. is the abbreviation for id est and means “in other words.” Remember that E is for example (e.g.) and that I and E are the first letters of in essence, an alternative English translation of i.e. The Original Cree sits perched behind a red (Ugh, red…) ...A red laptop computer; the love light lost from her dark eyes, through the clear lenses of her cheap, brandless (Medicaid.) ...brandless black glasses, narrow framed and unbecoming over the shape of her face, the Album ‘Who Killed Matt Maeson” softly plays a somber song, to which she'd normally--at least, if left alone or rarely, in “comfortable company” (That's, someone you don't necessarily “like”, but still feel comfortable enough to sing around.) The Scientist, in a higher realm, peaking down through her microscope, watches contently, curiously, and concisely, dialing its lens by a couple turns, as she ponders aloud, Hm. Wonder what makes that happen, exactly? That's...huh...Hm. [Her project, a mystery hidden from the audience. She pushes herself back from the desk, reaching for her notebook and jotting quickly her findings, stopping only turn on some [] Music, which blends seamlessly as we fade back into the scene of the drab and unflattering, somewhat “sickeningly” lit, reminiscent of the stagnancy most often observed in a petri dish.] As the song ‘Cringe' begins to play in the background, the clear picture of the laptop screen fades into a blurred obscurity, as her focus shifts sharply to the warm glowing array of colors of her speaker light her otherwise nearly lifeless eyes, as she is Slightly and softly hypnotized into a series of several simultaneous vivid memories; separate and specifically assorted scenes form, as she remembers “everything” quite at once, A vision weaved into her conscious memories, just as seamlessly; A Web Wrapped with the Fragile Fabric of “Time”, the invisible energy of musical frequencies awaken ones senses and sensibilities--invisible, for some...at least. The light on the speaker, a golden tone, as we cascade into the eye mind; A flash to a blurry memory, 2017; A slender and handsome longhaired surfer, resurfaces from submersion under the waves, flipping his long hair back with the graceful and slowmotionly seductive snap of the neck, as the sunlight gleaming a golden glow, in the eye of his admirer. A Flash Of: The Golden Light of the Shining Sun over Santa Monica A Flash, As she Gently Weeps, as the tears leaving her eyes leave (in a flash of scenes) drops onto her jeans, the sidewalk--all the while, A tiny ant carries a giant leaf, as the spider weaves beneath the tree whose leaves leak streams of pretty streaking and speckled, and leaves glassy droplets stuck in the strings of the spider, still weaving; the rain floods the streams into rivers, which bleed, eventually in the ocean, fanning out into the Seven Seas. (pacifically, eventually) Are we reading this, or is this stage direction--production notes? What is this? Who is “we”? WE AVE A whole flashback unfolds: A steamy shower, thick with the smell sweet candles, leaving steam-less spots of mirror in the flickering heat; A seamless and synchronized transition, as the More Cheery and Upbeat Strings, Beat and melody in the previously playing version, fades seemingly into the steam, as ‘Cringe, Stripped” leads us into the memory, where she sings with the heartbreakingly haunting and soulful sadness, the harmony, her voice blending perfectly over the recording as if it were meant to be; The Duality of Grief. Not quite flashing back, but seen as a translucent overlay, another flash; The Seats of a theatre, the scene in black and white, as the stage lights washout, the flickering dremlike scene, the steam so thick we barely see the details of the singing, with the passion that seems to bleed out the ache of her broken, barely beating heart. The song rings out, evolving into what just may be, the beginnings of a remix, as more quick flashes slam back-to-back A flash of: The Scene In The Mercedes A flash of an ambulance, sirens blaring! A flash as the scene of A spider sleeping peacefully beneath a leaf, shielded from the rain, which leaves droplets on the strings, on the opposite side of the same tree; Blissfully unaware of the bird, perched just above lurking or something to eat. Neither the spider, nor the other, or the bird or ant are aware of any one-another, or any other world other besides the tree, the flash of a longshot which we see, is unassumingly and unimpressively, “just a tree” a grey and stormy day; A plane takes off up into the heavy rain, droplets changing shape through the window, looking out as the plane lifts off the ground. The next layer of memories unfold as voiceovers from various quotes, accompanying the song still playing, now beginning to blend with first the stripped version, then the album/studio version, which for a moment, is singularly heard, as the flash of a scene from a more recent memory flashes: The Digital Clock in the Car Reads, 88.1 in red, The volume is low, almost so low that it can't be heard: she stares out the window on a grey and overcast day, eyes lost and pondering--though they light when her finely tuned ears catch the pitch of the song ‘Cringe', as she excitedly turns the volume up eagerly, listening for a moment--a range of joyful surprise in her expressions, happily pushing up the Translucent Pink Frames, sighing with a smile, as she exclaims, “WHAT? THIS SONG IS ON THE RADIO NOW?!” The driver, taken aback but having caught her contagious beam of “happy” I almost forgot about this song. That was a long time ago... “Oh...do you know this song?” I haven't heard it in forever...I forgot it existed. [pause] I can't believe it took that long… “yeah , it's pretty popular. It's like always on.” ...I can't believe this song...daaaaamn...her excitement settles, as she looks back out of the window, at the grey and rainy day. So, that's how long it takes… The blending and fading of the song creates an array of rapidly changing scenes faded, flashing, cut and becoming somehow closer, yet further away at the same time. Colors and shapes, as the sounds that the songs all being played which remain the same, but change, as they create new sound waves; The Three Songs are arranged and rearranged, as are the scenes, pictures, videos, of entertainment stages through the ages, The Festival Culture highlighted in the Inception since The Dawn of Rave, to present day. [Each quote, a voiceover played by an ensemble cast, each made to read any/every line specifically, if unaccompanied by a name.] The Clips and Sound Combine with Colorful Psychedelic and neon in some scenes even in 3D, (ideally, actually, up to 9D) as music, theatre, television, and flashes of memories and scenes of everything, as the shifting screen changes slightly and steadily with the music, now something of an electronic-meets-acoustic symphony (:UNPLUGGED), still cleanly and seamless in the colorful chaos that is everything, though visually intensely overwhelming, a sensory-stimulating synthesis of “Sound That You Can See”[ *go back for quote from song] The Sountrack now taking us on a Journey through sound, (ideally surround sound, even having speakers and subs somehow mounted from the ceiling, pointing down, pointing up from the ground. With Live Theatre Production Experiences combine more elements representative of the 9 Dimensions, by arranging speakers set outside of the theatre itself--perhaps, if in a Live Theatre setting, where the movie is projected onto a screen or skrim on stage, additional screens canbe projected onto the walls of the theatre, creating potential to use the audience interactively, perhaps arranging for actors seated amongst the audience members, interjecting at the intersections of crossing dimensions with both improvised and rehearsed actions, and or carrying out specific tasks as it related to the plot, the audience, even becoming the stage, as the stage is re-arranged; even becoming a mirror image of the theatre, filling with patrons and gazing into the audience, where cast members reflect a multidimensional portrayal, an interpretive alternate reality of what is happening on stage, unseen off stage, while the film still plays somewhere (or even sometimes, nowhere) as light and sound design give the viewer an experience of senselessness and sensory stimulus, Explaining through experience, representations of conditions; Much like a masterful DJ mixes musical elements in a live setting by reading the crowd, The Ideal Live Production of this Film has the ability to Unify the audience through various interactive activities; an energy-based planned, or even sporadic--based on the audience itself, monitored by The Ringmaster, an unseen (cast) Omnipitence, or ‘The Universe” itself, , as we apply the Values of Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect as the Ultra-Fine Line between “Everything” and “Nothing”, in simpler terms: Light and Dark, and finding the balance which allows us, in the “present” to explore and experience The Voids, shattering reality as the Linear plot unravels into a non-linar Uncontrolled Experiement, Allowing for Manuverability within the variables and simulating a Synesthesia-Inspired Simulation of Multidimensional Time and Space Travel, using music as the constant connection; as the finale transforms the theater in entirety into both a theatrical interpretation of a full-scale music festival--and a real-life miniature dance scene, inviting real-life ravers to fill the space to capacity, as the final scenes of the film unfold as the our present reality Expanding, Ascending, Compressing, and Collapsing All at Once, Explosions and Implosions as Conscious and Unconscious Collide in the Cosmos; Darkness having never known Light, and Life is the balance we find as they collide, tied in tightly by Time through the rhymes and iambic pentameters, patterns, passion, perception; we find the Power of the Divine is the awareness of one's existence as Everything and/or Nothing at once, As the Reflection of both the inward and outward selves must balance, and harmonize in time, to realize The Difference between Paradise and The Prison of Purgatory, is the illusion of Division between the two Divine Eyes; The strength behind them lights the … Ted, Ted, and Ted's accidental initiation into The Psychonauts began as a result of the friends, originally three Fraternity Brothers and Recent Graduates of UCLA attending festivals consistently together, each using various Mind-Altering substances to attract (“preferably female”) partygoers. Over the course of the series in short (often light and comedic) scenes, where the trio often stumble into reality-shattering situations by sheer coincidence or seemingly random occurrences. But as we later learn about the multilayered world of interdimensional existence, Everything happens for a reason; Nothing is Impossible, Never Say Never, Be Careful what You Wish For-- and, of course-- there are no coincidences. These three seemingly simple-minded creatures begin as “wooks”, Shirtless Party Boys eager to rave. Often [irresponsibly] experimenting with copious amounts of psychedelics, the boys often find themselves unknowingly transported through various wormholes, teleportals, time warps, and Voids created through the music at each festival they attend, sometimes confusedly landing them in alternate parallels and altered dimensions of reality, sometimes even spiraling into three separate dimensions at once, thus creating new points along The Grid, from which the parallels and dimensions are woven together and interconnected through, time, space, circumstance, and choice in any conscious--ultimately (though, most often by dumb luck or happy accidents) expanding the universe, prompting the Ascended Masters to scout Ted, Ted, and Ted as a unified team to be inducted into The Psyconauts, eventually becoming an integral and important Dillon (Theodore) Francis, while working towards an Alliance between the Bampheramphs and Psychonauts uses his bewittingly bestowed middle name to act as an Alternate ‘Ted', or sometimes work jointly as The QuadraSquad, a “pop-up” rave squad which acts as a recruitment team, and on emergency search-and-rescue missions, collecting key components along the collapse and collision of worlds and within the fabric of space, time, and reality. Chak Chel and Dillon Francis put the Teds through a rigorous (and extremely senseless) crash-course in DJing, forming a popular Trio, whose name varies depending on the dimensions in which they will preform, secretly setting tactical bassdrops, emitting coded frequencies to communicate covertly with other entities, opening intentional time warps, portals, and wormholes through their DJ sets. Time holes where the Trio are in two (or sometimes, more, and alternately infinite) places at once are placed as easter eggs throughout the series; In some cases, The Three Teds are even festival attendees at the festivals which in a neighboring reality they are also headlining, even at points transporting their own selves through timespace--whether intentionally, or coincidentally. As the Teds reach the high ranks of The Psychonauts, even eventually (and unwillingly) becoming separated by the obligation of duty, being assigned to separate sanctions of Leadership by skillset as a “draft” is enacted to strengthen their forces, as they prepare for The FInal Battle (actually multiple (infinite) battles occurring concurrently throughout the expanse of reality, even stretching into the outer realms of ‘inexistence' as the collective consciousness grows, reaching Ascension, and allowing certain realities to reach the New Paradigm. Though evolved over time as the series progresses, The Teds maintain their quirky wookness, questionable (sometimes inappropriate) sense of fashion, and hilariously signature fratboy attitudes and antics, reunifying as a powerful Trio once more towards the conclusion of the series, appearing elementally in various ways at most crucial plot points, revealing the creation through all of their endeavors and shenanigans, a brand new universe within The Infinite Multiverse. (“TED”, where everything/everyone is “Ted”, This universe collides with “Everyone's A DJ”, and, as an infinitely expanding and integral part of the universe, appears optically as “TBD” (To Be Determined, Where Cliffhangers, Plot Holes, Continuity Errors and other traditional elements of Theatrical Film are represented throughout the SUPA Saga and overall festival project.) During the Wookness: Ted: Yo, how much for this? (Points To Kandi Cuff) ...How much-what? Ted: How much is it? Like what, $50 bucks? 50 bucks?! Ted: Oh shit, my bad--festival prices, huh? Sorry yo, I got a $50, the rest is big bills. Doyou have an online shop? Are you trying to buy my kandi? You can't *buy* kandi! Ted: Pssshhh! Ted: All I buy is Kandi! You can't sell kandi, you're supposed to trade it.. That's why you make it. Ted: Yeah bro, I've done trades. (Flashback) Raver Girl: Wanna Trade Kandi? Ted: Show Us your Titties! The girl looks to her friend, as if to say “should I?” her friend, wearing dark Ray Bans, and sternly nods her head in approval, her friend shrugs drunkenly as if to say“fuck it, why not?” While the friend swiftly pulls out her iPhone, the other lifts her shirt, flashing the happy Teds, dancing in Fratboy Delight; Ted, standing adjacent to the straight-faced girl in Sunglasses, sneakily scrunches down to get a good picture; their [Tri-Lens] iPhone cameras now directly aligned. face to face, (or rather, eye-to-eye) ((Or, eye-to-eye, rather,)) (((Rather, eye-to-eye,))). snapping his picture, as the flash from her camera blinds him Ted:UH, Yeah you can..They sell it online. Online? Whats--what? SELL? Ted: Fuck yeah dude. Ted: YEEE, KANDI KID 4 LIFE YOU ARE NOT A KANDI--Ki--YOU CAn'T SELL KANDI. Woah, chill. No “chill” no selling Kandi! NO! NO! What Chak Chel's Bedtime Stories Chak Chel, the GOOGLE kids' favorite babysitter, tells stories of infinitely expanding adventures of the multidimensions of timespace -Honey, I Killed Myself. -Honey, I Shrunk The Skrillex -Who Killed Sunni Blu? -Who Killed SupaCree? -The Curious Case of SupaCree -DILLONCEPTION Trapped in an intensely infinite and ever-expanding and/or consistently densening Vividly Lucid Multidimensionally (And Musically) Interconnected Omni-Galactic Eternal Space-Time “Loop”, [DJ] Dillon Francis must frustratingly attempt to multitask through an “apparently unlimited”[ (I TOLD YOU, IN-FIN-ITE. INFINITY.)] battle his Masked nemesis, Key: Brackets [] Director's Notes, Production Details, typically indicating a tie-in with other entries, or crossovers from other consecutively (or, sometimes, alternately) running series in the saga, more frequently as the “Multiverse” expands, or as the (Technical Omniverse, Eventually) in which the series' specific “(U)niverse” ‘collapsing', being progressively stated repeatedly throughout the series to be both compressing, and expanding respectively; However, as the Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure... Dill and Ted's Excellent Adventure (They cross paths with Bill and Ted, in their search for Two of the missing Teds; Alternately Ted and Ted discover how ‘Three's a Crowd” makes sense, as they happily gallavant frat-tastically through the galaxy, in search of a Sexy Space-Alien Rave Bae (The Amazonian Women from futurama, live action, Saved by the Heroes from futurama) (on) Having ascended into the dimension after her most recent death, SupaCree (not yet known as SupaCree), lands “God”, an Ascended Dimension where she can actually communicate clearly with the Ascended Masters, being closer to ‘God' (her)self, but not directly being able to interact with her; conversely, she can scan the plains of reality from “above”, though later we learn there is no “up” or “down” in “Total Omnipotence”, the post-conscience Infinite Existence Experienced in the Limitless (INFINITE) Energy of Being Everything, Everyone, and Everywhere at once; Simultaneously Nonexistant, Being “Nothing”, “Nobody” and “Nowhere” at once, all represented variously through the concept of infinite multidimentionality, in our “3” dimensional “Uni-Multi-Omni-Versal” (apparently, I've just been told) SupaCree exists in a Tri-Verse, unbeknownst to even God (her)self to its true Origins, the “final(e)” (but not, ever) (e) In a random and nearly collapsed alternate fabric of timespace, where the spelling of the name “Cree” is pronounced the same, but spelled simply “Cre”, (though, specifically equally--”by the exact number of times, actually”--mispronounced”, One of the only similarities between the two, sharing the same planetary alignments and cosmic significance and the same parents--however having been conceived with completely different genetic markers: As a result, this alternate version of herself is physically not “opposite”, but differs in physical appearance drastically--at least, for the most part--as more ideally attractive which to The Original's mind-blowing dissatisfaction, (and, also stagnantly egotistical “Very Satisfied” Satisfaction), But the feeling soon fades when she learns that this reality is on the verge of imminent collapse after the discovery that one subtle, singular synchronicity shared in her actual reality(s)(realities) (which one?) ((Multiple “actual-realities, actually”)) (((Multiple Synchronized Individual Existence Theory, one of the multiple Theories (I) Use to Conceive the (Law) of Evolutionary Infinite Omnipotence, (Everything is Everything/Nothing is Nothing/ God is, as I am/ I am U/All Are One) the aforementioned suggesting the absolute possibility of any circumstance which allows a singular subject with (apparently) “limited” existence, total and complete synchronization at “exact” moment of “Creation”, or “Origin”, and any circumstantially coinciding consecutive synchronizations beyond the limitations eo each respective individual's actual existence or reality.)(Satisfaction, Benny Benassi) (And Apparently, The Biz--because, literally, writing in real-time (What is time) with google. (What's The Biz???) Travelling to 2003, where the event which ties this frail and “practically non-existent” fabric of reality to her own, she eagerly races against the clock (in real time?) ((maybe, unreal time)) (((I am time.))) “I don't believe in time”, later corrected, after being stuck in a Godless world to “The human concept of “time”,/God's not real, or opting to state the phrase more subjectively, “I don't [really}/I kinda don't believe in time,” though as she evolves more rapidly through her progressive Ascension and Elemental Mastery, quickly Surpassing Ascended Mastery as a skilled sorcerer,Visionary Seer, helping her rapidly strengthen the art of Cosmic Alchemy, mastery of (eventually, instant, and respectively infinite manifestation, and matter/antimatter movement and/or manipulation;i.e. The art of Creation. I.E., Do you even know what “i.e' stands for? I'll look it up later, I know what its used for. Look it up. [Googles i.e, clicks on top most commonly searched] I.e. and e.g. are both Latin abbreviations. E.g. stands for exempli gratia and means “for example.” I.e. is the abbreviation for id est and means “in other words.” Remember that E is for example (e.g.) and that I and E are the first letters of in essence, an alternative English translation of i.e. The Original Cree sits perched behind a red (Ugh, red…) ...A red laptop computer; the love light lost from her dark eyes, through the clear lenses of her cheap, brandless (Medicaid.) ...brandless black glasses, narrow framed and unbecoming over the shape of her face, the Album ‘Who Killed Matt Maeson” softly plays a somber song, to which she'd normally--at least, if left alone or rarely, in “comfortable company” (That's, someone you don't necessarily “like”, but still feel comfortable enough to sing around.) The Scientist, in a higher realm, peaking down through her microscope, watches contently, curiously, and concisely, dialing its lens by a couple turns, as she ponders aloud, Hm. Wonder what makes that happen, exactly? That's...huh...Hm. [Her project, a mystery hidden from the audience. She pushes herself back from the desk, reaching for her notebook and jotting quickly her findings, stopping only turn on some [] Music, which blends seamlessly as we fade back into the scene of the drab and unflattering, somewhat “sickeningly” lit, reminiscent of the stagnancy most often observed in a petri dish.] As the song ‘Cringe' begins to play in the background, the clear picture of the laptop screen fades into a blurred obscurity, as her focus shifts sharply to the warm glowing array of colors of her speaker light her otherwise nearly lifeless eyes, as she is Slightly and softly hypnotized into a series of several simultaneous vivid memories; separate and specifically assorted scenes form, as she remembers “everything” quite at once, A vision weaved into her conscious memories, just as seamlessly; A Web Wrapped with the Fragile Fabric of “Time”, the invisible energy of musical frequencies awaken ones senses and sensibilities--invisible, for some...at least. The light on the speaker, a golden tone, as we cascade into the eye mind; A flash to a blurry memory, 2017; A slender and handsome longhaired surfer, resurfaces from submersion under the waves, flipping his long hair back with the graceful and slowmotionly seductive snap of the neck, as the sunlight gleaming a golden glow, in the eye of his admirer. A Flash Of: The Golden Light of the Shining Sun over Santa Monica A Flash, As she Gently Weeps, as the tears leaving her eyes leave (in a flash of scenes) drops onto her jeans, the sidewalk--all the while, A tiny ant carries a giant leaf, as the spider weaves beneath the tree whose leaves leak streams of pretty streaking and speckled, and leaves glassy droplets stuck in the strings of the spider, still weaving; the rain floods the streams into rivers, which bleed, eventually in the ocean, fanning out into the Seven Seas. (pacifically, eventually) Are we reading this, or is this stage direction--production notes? What is this? Who is “we”? WE AVE A whole flashback unfolds: A steamy shower, thick with the smell sweet candles, leaving steam-less spots of mirror in the flickering heat; A seamless and synchronized transition, as the More Cheery and Upbeat Strings, Beat and melody in the previously playing version, fades seemingly into the steam, as ‘Cringe, Stripped” leads us into the memory, where she sings with the heartbreakingly haunting and soulful sadness, the harmony, her voice blending perfectly over the recording as if it were meant to be; The Duality of Grief. Not quite flashing back, but seen as a translucent overlay, another flash; The Seats of a theatre, the scene in black and white, as the stage lights washout, the flickering dremlike scene, the steam so thick we barely see the details of the singing, with the passion that seems to bleed out the ache of her broken, barely beating heart. The song rings out, evolving into what just may be, the beginnings of a remix, as more quick flashes slam back-to-back A flash of: The Scene In The Mercedes A flash of an ambulance, sirens blaring! A flash as the scene of A spider sleeping peacefully beneath a leaf, shielded from the rain, which leaves droplets on the strings, on the opposite side of the same tree; Blissfully unaware of the bird, perched just above lurking or something to eat. Neither the spider, nor the other, or the bird or ant are aware of any one-another, or any other world other besides the tree, the flash of a longshot which we see, is unassumingly and unimpressively, “just a tree” a grey and stormy day; A plane takes off up into the heavy rain, droplets changing shape through the window, looking out as the plane lifts off the ground. The next layer of memories unfold as voiceovers from various quotes, accompanying the song still playing, now beginning to blend with first the stripped version, then the album/studio version, which for a moment, is singularly heard, as the flash of a scene from a more recent memory flashes: The Digital Clock in the Car Reads, 88.1 in red, The volume is low, almost so low that it can't be heard: she stares out the window on a grey and overcast day, eyes lost and pondering--though they light when her finely tuned ears catch the pitch of the song ‘Cringe', as she excitedly turns the volume up eagerly, listening for a moment--a range of joyful surprise in her expressions, happily pushing up the Translucent Pink Frames, sighing with a smile, as she exclaims, “WHAT? THIS SONG IS ON THE RADIO NOW?!” The driver, taken aback but having caught her contagious beam of “happy” I almost forgot about this song. That was a long time ago... “Oh...do you know this song?” I haven't heard it in forever...I forgot it existed. [pause] I can't believe it took that long… “yeah , it's pretty popular. It's like always on.” ...I can't believe this song...daaaaamn...her excitement settles, as she looks back out of the window, at the grey and rainy day. So, that's how long it takes… The blending and fading of the song creates an array of rapidly changing scenes faded, flashing, cut and becoming somehow closer, yet further away at the same time. Colors and shapes, as the sounds that the songs all being played which remain the same, but change, as they create new sound waves; The Three Songs are arranged and rearranged, as are the scenes, pictures, videos, of entertainment stages through the ages, The Festival Culture highlighted in the Inception since The Dawn of Rave, to present day. [Each quote, a voiceover played by an ensemble cast, each made to read any/every line specifically, if unaccompanied by a name.] The Clips and Sound Combine with Colorful Psychedelic and neon in some scenes even in 3D, (ideally, actually, up to 9D) as music, theatre, television, and flashes of memories and scenes of everything, as the shifting screen changes slightly and steadily with the music, now something of an electronic-meets-acoustic symphony (:UNPLUGGED), still cleanly and seamless in the colorful chaos that is everything, though visually intensely overwhelming, a sensory-stimulating synthesis of “Sound That You Can See”[ *go back for quote from song] The Sountrack now taking us on a Journey through sound, (ideally surround sound, even having speakers and subs somehow mounted from the ceiling, pointing down, pointing up from the ground. With Live Theatre Production Experiences combine more elements representative of the 9 Dimensions, by arranging speakers set outside of the theatre itself--perhaps, if in a Live Theatre setting, where the movie is projected onto a screen or skrim on stage, additional screens canbe projected onto the walls of the theatre, creating potential to use the audience interactively, perhaps arranging for actors seated amongst the audience members, interjecting at the intersections of crossing dimensions with both improvised and rehearsed actions, and or carrying out specific tasks as it related to the plot, the audience, even becoming the stage, as the stage is re-arranged; even becoming a mirror image of the theatre, filling with patrons and gazing into the audience, where cast members reflect a multidimensional portrayal, an interpretive alternate reality of what is happening on stage, unseen off stage, while the film still plays somewhere (or even sometimes, nowhere) as light and sound design give the viewer an experience of senselessness and sensory stimulus, Explaining through experience, representations of conditions; Much like a masterful DJ mixes musical elements in a live setting by reading the crowd, The Ideal Live Production of this Film has the ability to Unify the audience through various interactive activities; an energy-based planned, or even sporadic--based on the audience itself, monitored by The Ringmaster, an unseen (cast) Omnipitence, or ‘The Universe” itself, , as we apply the Values of Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect as the Ultra-Fine Line between “Everything” and “Nothing”, in simpler terms: Light and Dark, and finding the balance which allows us, in the “present” to explore and experience The Voids, shattering reality as the Linear plot unravels into a non-linar Uncontrolled Experiement, Allowing for Manuverability within the variables and simulating a Synesthesia-Inspired Simulation of Multidimensional Time and Space Travel, using music as the constant connection; as the finale transforms the theatre in entirety into both a theatrical interpretation of a full-scale music festival--and a real-life miniature dance scene, inviting real-life ravers to fill the space to capacity, as the final scenes of the film unfold as the our present reality Expanding, Ascending, Compressing, and Collapsing All at Once, Explosions and Implosions as Concious and Unconcious Collide in the Cosmos; Darkness having never known Light, and Life is the balance we find as they collide, tied in tightly by Time through the rhymes and iambic pentameters, patterns, passion, perception; we find the Power of the Divine is the awareness of one's existence as Everything and/or Nothing at once, As the Reflection of both the inward and outward selves must balance, and harmonize in time, to realize The Difference between Paradice and The Prison of Purgatory, is the illusion of Division between the two Divine Eyes; The strength behind them lights the … I'm tired. Something about a third eye, right? I don't know. I think they closed mine. Who's “they” I am. “I prefer the gloominess to the sun. I don't know why.” (From, The Beatles, Love: Sun, Sun, Sun…) “‘I told the spider i'd write it!” (A quick clip of spiderman) ‘'Ohh, she spida” Okay, literally what the FUCK is my life. Are you alive? Not even. This doesn't make sense. How much sense is it supposed to make. It is making sense. It's making 6th sense. How did he DO that? Just him? THEY. Oh, shit. I know you're workin for it. Nah, I don't even think that's right? What's right? Something Doesn't Feel Right, I've had enough for one night. Yo, how is this happening? I don't know. They said it was a 9-Dimensional Song. WHAT even IS the 9th Dimension? What are any of the DImensions? I don't know. Google it. I did. And? And I have ADD. I dont know. So, go! GOH.. Aw, FUCK. This is getting weird. It's been weird. How is it, I can quit Skrillex, but Skrillex can't quit me. What? It was just a coincidence. There are no coincidences. How is that song even on the radio. Look what money can do! Money can do anything! I guess taht explains why you can't. it DOES. Do they want me to kill myself? Do you want you to kill yourself? Not really. I'd rather just die of natural causes, so I don'thave to be punished. Are you being punished. I commit suicide, and-- I already told this story. I'm not telling it again. How many times have you really told it. I've been telling it. I've been living it. I'm over it. Youre not over it. You're panicking. I'm writing. Youre fasting. I'm hungry. Why are you fasting? Because nothing makes sense. I have no money, I have no music-- You have music. I have nothing. I'm fucked. There are no coincidences. Don't you think I know? I quit listening to Skrillex, all of a sudden he's on the radio?! Yes. Is he even aware of my existence?! Is he? What the fuck is happening right now. Where's Scary Monsters? In my head. What's the plot? It's...somewhere. You've got to clean up these documents somehow. I don't have the focus. Try crystal meth. No. Try adderall. ...I don't have any money. Try a doctor. I did. I tried over and over and over. For depression. For Anxiety. For ADD. Everything they give me just makes me WORSE. That's hy you NEVER say you're runnin for President. I'm NOT. But you said it. Now you're really fucked. I am. So that's it. That has to be it. They want me dead so I can't run. That's the only way it's going to happen. What's going to happen. Either thing. I'm not running for President. You're not killing yourself. Psh. Watch me. We have been. Who is we. We-YOU. IT doesn't matter. nobody would believe any of it. the whole story sounds made up. How is this supposed to work out? They used Skrillex to get me to kill myself? That's...that's deep. Or…? Or...they used Skrillex to get me to... Get you to…? I don't know. I'm pretty worthless. All I do is...this. And what's this? And who is THIS? That was Chak Chel, I guess. What the fuck did getter DO? What did Getter do? What are they doing? I think the better question is: Why? WHY In-- Who's name? I'm not God. Until you are. And then I'm Avicii. Or Skrillex. Skrillex isn't dead yet. Yet. What the fuck. Don't . I didn't. But you did. Fuck this. Fuck That. Fuck that, too. Wait, does the Roomba say “fuck that” or “fuck you?” It says “Fuck you-fuck you-fuck you-fuck you-” Because it's a vacuum, so it's literally ‘eating shit'. See. Classic. Occult Classic. It is, all in my head. Until it isn't. I already fucked up. I sent a fucking suicide letter to-- A suicide letter. One of hundreds. Yeah. So they know i'm fucked up. Because they didn't know already? How would they know? How would they NOT KNOW? They've been with you all year. That's all in my head. Is it? I mean--Is it? Seems like it. Look at the evidence. I am the evidence. Look at last year--everywhere you went in the rave world, something happened. Lots of somethings happened. Eventually culminating in-- In? Tents. So what the FUCK am I supposed to do. Well, not kill yourself. Then what? Not starve yourself. I'm too fat. But you can lose weight. You can do anything, I can't do anything. You can. Then, I already have. Right. What am I supposed to do? What is this supposed to mean? Maybe it's time for a jump start. I was saving that. You were supposed to blast off at the STRAT and had McDonalds instead. I ordered a Muder-Suicide, with the intention of finishing in Suicide. But? But I went into a food coma. So maybe rather than the enemy, McDonalds is a friend. McDonalds is a friend to no one. Saved your life. Prolonged my life. As it always seems to. Think to the last few times you've ordered the Suicide Meal. It's only been twice. And? Both times I fell asleep before I could do it. So. So there's something in McDonalds that...I don't know. Takes away the ache. It is an ache, isn't it. It is. Now think--you're not the only suicidal person on the planet. No, I'm not. Think harder. I just did. And where did you go? To The Mountain. Where--? Where Tim said-- And how is it that you're on a first name basis with someone you've never met? I'm pretty sure i'm just crazy. Avicii came to you how? Through the music. And Sonny came to you how? ... How? Through the music. What did his mother say? Can I write this? Either someone's reading it, or they aren't. And if they are? Then, what does that make you? Crazy. But they're reading your words. They're just words. What did she say? I know what she said. I don't think I can write it. This is why The Untold Prophecy Remains Untold. This is all ridiculous. Isn't it. Whose birthday is it? Mine. Happy Birthday. Thanks. How old are you? I remember someone asked that... Who? What did Getter Do? Just Getter? What...does Pasqualle Do? Just Pasqualle? ...What do I... What are you? I don't know. Did you ever? Would You Ever? I can't help it. What can you help? I don't know. Why me? Y-U, Y-U, Y-U-- What was that, anyway? {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -U.

In questa seconda parte dell'epidsodio finalmente iniziamo a parlare della colonna sonora composta da John Williams di questo capolavoro di Spielberg e continuiamo ad avere aneddoti e meravigliosi interventi da parte di Victor Rambaldi presente sul set durante le riprese.Con Fabio Antonelli e Victor RambaldiEditing Fabio Antonelli

Walter Hills STREETS OF FIRE ist ein wunderbarer Klassiker des Achtziger Jahre-Actionfilms. Mit Michael Paré, Diane Lane, Willem Dafoe, Rick Moranis und Bill Paxton nicht nur hervorragend besetzt, auch mit einem Sountrack ausgestattet, den man nicht wieder aus den Ohren bekommt. Besprochen mit Sergej Bjakow, damals für den alten Fratzengeballer-Podcast. Über Sergej Bjakow Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sergej.bjakow Twitter: https://twitter.com/nachtprogrammpc Instragram: https://www.instagram.com/nachtprogrammpc/ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7ygPt009L92cjnif1J6pf3?si=1287ad87b5e94a2a Das Actionkult-Intro "Cracked Shell" by Furlong https://open.spotify.com/track/4Y7QmE8EkescVPvjJZpYkA?si=1f26ed979200429b Furlong auf den Sozialen Medien https://www.facebook.com/furlongtheband https://www.instagram.com/furlong_basel/ Über Actionkult: Früher wurde über Filme geschrieben (kult.ch), heute wird darüber gesprochen. Meine Gäste und ich freuen uns immer über Feedback oder sonstige Anmerkungen und Ideen. Kontaktieren könnt ihr uns auf Instagram, Facebook oder Twitter - oder herrlich old school via E-Mail: actionkult@gmail.com.

En este programa estaremos conversando sobre los 2 primeros titulos que abririan con bombos y platillos la tan amada "Tercera Generacion" de Pokemon, titulos que supondrian una tremenda mejora tecnica con respecto a las anteriores generaciones y los cuales ademas nos presentan varias novedades y elementos que definirian hasta la fecha a la franquicia, como lo son las naturalezas, el sistema de IV y EV y las habilidades. A lo largo del programa ademas estaremos conversando sobre varias curiosidades y su tan complicado desarrollo en base a entrevistas dadas por Junichi Masuda y Ken Sugimori. Tambien estaremos conversando sobre el mitico "Pokemon Emerald" el cual corresponde a la version mejorada y definitiva de Ruby y Sapphire y el cual vendria a cerrar con broche de oro esta generacion. Mencionar ademas que estaremos repasando casi por completo la extensa banda sonora de Ruby / Sapphire mas las canciones exclusivas de Emerald, ademas de como siempre los clasicos remixes oficiales.

We take a look at the epic God of War Ragnarok soundtrack and why it is so Epically good. For more go to: https://nextgenvideogametheory.com/ --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nextgengame/support

Hello listeners! Join us this week as we make the soundtracks for our hypothetical life story movies, and get to know us better in the process! Let us know on twitter @breeztbanter what your soundtrack would look like! --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/breezybanter/support

Wir feiern diese Woche 50 Jahre Superfly. Es ist der Sountrack zum gleichnamigen Blaxploitation-Film von Gordon Parks jr., der knapp einen Monat später in die Kinos gekommen ist. Der Film hat einiges zu bieten. Subkultur, Style und soziales Bewusstsein. Und etwas schmutzig darf es manchmal auch sein. In diesem Beitrag werfen wir einen Blick zurück auf die Entstehung des Films. (superfly.fm)

En este programa nos estará acompañando Jason del canal de Youtube "Jason Witch Fan Account" para ilustrarnos sobre los inicios de la franquicia Puyo Puyo, mas concretamente con su primera entrega lanzada para Famicom Disk System, titulo en donde nacería el sistema base que hoy en día disfrutamos en cada nueva entrega.

En este programa estaremos conversando sobre uno de los considerados como peores juegos dentro de la saga Castlevania; titulo que mas allá de ser criticado por su alto nivel de dificultad y mecánicas poco pulidas, es también un juego que brilla por méritos propios, ya sea gracias a todos los elementos que se heredarían a posteriores entregas, así como también por su increíble banda sonora, conformada por memorables canciones como "Cross your Heart" y "Can´t wait until the night"

En este programa estaremos conversando sobre la adaptación videojueguil del clasico de Disney, Aladdin. Titulo que muchos saben fue desarrollado por la compañía Capcom, con Shinji Mikami en el cargo de director y planificador. Hoy por hoy este juego es muy bien recordado por todos quienes tuvieron la oportunidad de jugarlo en su tiempo, pero de igual forma también suele ser comparado con su contraparte lanzada para Sega Genesis; sea cual sea tu preferencia, es innegable que ambos títulos son increíbles, cada uno a su manera.

The return of Soundtrack Originals for Sick Nick's Music Picks, as Nick Reigota brings us covers from movie soundtracks!

Relax and join Santa and the elves in the workshop! - Love, Mrs. Honeybee

Los martes de Sountrack repasamos todo un soundtrack completo y en está ocación toco el turno de la pelicula Donnie Darko Una de las mayores obras de culto del s.XXI protagonizada por Jake Gyllenhaal. Una historia sobre el fin de la adolescencia y el fin del mundo. Una obra visionaria.

Voici la merveilleuse soundtrack du film Ghost

Moderated by Lesley Hunter, with Directors Anna-Elizabeth & Hillary Shakespeare, Cast Scarlett Marshall & Gino Wilson, for the 2021 edition of the Paris International Film Festival. "Soundtrack to Sixteen" picked up the Best Comedy Feature Award at the Festival, and is screening at the 30th edition of Cinequest, March 20 - 30th 2021, our Festival Director Jenna Suru is Jurying on this year, for the Documentary Competition. Follow on socials for more @cinequestorg @parisintlfest or on parisintlfest.com

En este episodio Rana Fonk les habla de la magnífica banda sonora de Tron Legacy compuesta por el dúo francés Daft Punk. Datos curiosos sobre la música de esta película de Disney que se convirtió en la única banda sonora del dúo electrónico.

En este bello episodio discutimos de los mejores soundtracks tanto de películas como videojuegos Indagamos un poco en nuestras infancias y tenemos una mesa redonda de las películas de Batman

Golf From The Fringe presents "The Golf Club Without a Course." The TalkinGolf History introduced the first ever storyline podcast in 2018, when it introduced the Golf From the Fringe series - after a year off, our latest show captures the unique story of the history of the Pittsburgh Golf Club - which includes a runaway bride, a billionaire, the US President, Queen Victoria, the battle between private and public golf, the formation of the Western PA Golf Association, the creation of Oakmont, Fox Chapel and the Pittsburgh Field Club -----all in 26 minutes of run time. The soundtrack alone makes this podcast worth listening to, as it follows 60 years of popular music through the duration of our story's timeline. Sountrack includes: Kevin MacLeod's "Wizardtorium" Wizardtorium Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/b... Nabucco Va Pensiero circa 1840 Johann Strauss II, "Roses From A Southern Waltz" perfomed by the Philadelphia Orchestra circa 1880 Charles B. Ward, "The Band Played On" circa 1895 Scott Joplin, "Original Rags" circa 1899 Elizabeth Lennox, In the Gloaming" circa 1910 Kevin MacLeod, "Atlantean Twilight" "Atlantean Twilight" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/b...

Philipp hat uns ein unglaublich wertvolles Geschenk gemacht - ein selbst komponiertes Musikstück zu der Geburt meines Sohn Henri. Dieses Lied begleitet uns seit dem durch viele Alltage, und hinterlässt immer das Gefühl, der wertvoll und besonders zu sein. Denn wie oft im Leben fragen wir uns: wo ist eigentlich der Sountrack zu meinem Leben? Hier ist er - denn Philipp hat es sich zur Aufgabe gemacht, genau das zu tun. Schaut gerne bei ihm vorbei und lasst euch begeistern. www.klanggeschenk.com ♥️ Mach dich Sichtbar mit Frau Herz Was tut sie eigentlich den ganzen Tag? Wirklich nur über Selbstliebe sprechen und Bücher schreiben? Nein :) Mein Steckenpferd ist das Sichtbarmacher Programm für junge Unternehmerinnen, die gerne in die Sichtbarkeit kommen möchten. Das bedeutet, sich mit der eigenen Leidenschaft auszudrücken und am Markt zu positionieren. Vom Mentoring, über Aufstellungen, Zielgruppe, dem eigenen Logo, gehts zur eigenen Website, dem Social Media Coaching und ganz viel Fachwissen. Bist du bereit für diese Reise? ♥ Mein Buch: Von der Magie, deine eigene Heldin zu sein: https://amzn.to/2yMVsES ♥ Mein Workbook: Entdecke die Heldin in dir: https://amzn.to/2Ftf5c7 ♥ Kontakt: info@frauherz.de ♥ Selbstliebe Impulse / Business Mentorings: https://www.frauherz.de ♥ Fotografie / Weiterbildung: https://www.frauherzfotografie.de ♥ Inspiration: https://www.instagram.com/frauherz/

Ça y est, c'est reparti pour une autre tournée de BOlinettes ! Voilà le 25ème épisode, venu bien trop tôt mais bon, on a pas le choix (mais on se retrouvera vite toutes les trois espérons) ! En attendant je vous propose d'avoir des étoiles plein les yeux et les oreilles grâce à ce magnifique film de Remi Bezançon, Le Premier Jour du reste de ta vie, musique composée par Sinclair et Julien Lignon ! Entre les épisodes, comme ils sortiront à échéance plus grande comparé au dernier enfermement, je vous propose d'aller faire un tour sur nos réseaux, on mord toujours pas ! Notre Twitter : @de4a7_podcast - twitter.com/de4a7_podcast Notre Instagram : de4a7.podcast - instagram.com/de4a7.podcast/ Merci à Léo Mirland pour la musique  d'intro. Retrouvez-le ici : facebook.com/leomirland - twitter.com/LeoMirland - instagram.com/leo_mirland  Vous pouvez retrouver De 4 à 7 tous les mois (et même plus que d'habitude bande de petits veinards(et oui toujours)) ici, sur Spotify, Deezer, Podcast Addict et ApplePodcasts. Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/show/72hY7tpL3ooqrndF7Jaq0m  Deezer :  https://www.deezer.com/show/399882  Apple Podcasts : https://podcasts.apple.com/fr/podcast/de-4-%C3%A0-7/id1472488253.

Daft Punk relanzará el sountrack de ‘TRON: Legacy' en vinilo, Romy de The xx lanza su primera canción como solista, revelan primeras imágenes de “Sailor Moon Eternal” y no se pierda la segunda parte del especial de Catta Blanco con canciones de desamor . Más información, playlists, podcasts y señal en vivo visite laxmasmusica.com

Nugget, Episode 1.131, 06.09.2020: In den USA geht es rund. And not in a good way. Oliver Seidler (Sky) hat dazu im musikradio360 bei Andreas Renner (DAZN) den richtigen Sountrack vorbeigebracht.

Respondiendo a la petición realizada por Hugo, de Mochileros Podcast, en esta edición de En Clave de Sountrack os traigo el trabajo del alemán Hans Zimmer ambientando musicalmente una guerra civil japonesa vivida a finales del siglo XIX, con la obra dirigida por Edward Zwick y protagonizada por Tom Cruise, El Último Samurai.

Podcast que trata sobre cuál es la diferencia entre score y soundtrack?, ¿por qué Shrek es una película incluyente?, ¿por qué The last of us II es un gran juego y qué características tiene que lo vuelven tal?, ¿por qué Joe Miller y Ellie son los villanos de la historia?, ¿por qué sí necesitas saber de algo para criticarlo? Contiene spoilers.

Cierre de Temporada. Y con un tema al que le teníamos ganazas: El Diablo, el Demonio, Belcebú, Satán, Lucifer, .... Vale, ya paramos. Le dedicamos este nuevo episodio al Príncipe de las Tinieblas, con un recorrido por el cine de la criatura maligna por antonomasia. Veremos cómo se ha tratado el tema desde diferentes puntos de vista, y en múltiples películas. Y tiramos la casa por la ventana, con la participación de Aurora Reglero (actriz, escritora, y directora de la Escuela de Interpretación de Medina del Campo), y las colaboraciones de Adrián Pradier (Doctor en Filosofía en el campo de la Estética y profesor en la UVA, UNED y ESAD), Pablo Frontela (Doctor en Filosofía Contemporánea y profesor ayudante en la Univ. Internacional de la Rioja), Dani Maverick (director del podcast El Clave de Sountrack), y Andrés (director del podcast Qué ve WW). Contenido: [00:09:34] Lucifer en la literatura, el cine y otras artes. [00:38:42] El Anticristo. El hijo de Satanás. [01:11:20] La figura del Diablo. [01:42:43] Pactos diabólicos. Invocaciones y encrucijadas. [02:02:25] Posesiones demoníacas y exorcismos. Secciones: [02:30:33] Cuéntaselo a Veletas: Dani Maverick de En Clave de Soundtrack y Andrés de Qué ve WW. [02:44:11] Actualidad Mementer. [02:51:36] Cajón de sastre, despedida y cierre. --------------------------------------------------------- Los podcast de Un Memento y Volvemos están disponibles en Ivoox, Spotify, iTunes, Apple Podcast, Podimo, Google Podcast, Pocket Cast, TuneIn, Radio.es, y los principales podcatchers actuales. Nuestro equipo de habituales está formado en orden alfabético por Pascu, Pol, Rodri, Sergi, Txivani,y Vele. Vías de contacto: - Nuestro EMAIL de contacto (de vez en cuando lo consultamos): unmementoyvolvemos@gmail.com - Síguenos en TWITTER: @Mementovolvemos - Únete a nuestro canal público de TELEGRAM donde podrás hablar de cine y series, participar en nuestras encuestas, y estar atento a nuestras novedades: https://t.me/Mementers - Suscríbete a nuestro canal en IVOOX: https://www.ivoox.com/ajx-suscribirse_jh_496940_1.html - Email de COLABORACIONES: vele666@gmail.com

Hello all you slasher fans and welcome to a very special 40th anniversary B-Side from the Epic Film Guys as Justin and LoySauce take a look back to 1980 to a true classic of the slasher horror genre with the original Friday the 13th! The boys delve deep into the production of the film, their favorite kills, the performances, and everything in between- including their trip to visit the location of Camp Crystal Lake. Thank you so much for listening! We'll see you at the movies! This year's Livestream for the Cure is going to be our biggest and best goal yet. We're aiming for $10,000 over 48 hours with a special 4-hour kick-off event. Please join us from May 27th through May 31st as we try to hit this massive goal for the Cancer Research Institute for a future immune to all forms of cancer. Learn more about the event and how you can take part in it at http://www.livestreamforthecure.com! Where to Find Us There has never been a better time to join up with the elites at https://www.patreon.com/epicfilmguys! You can get access to pre-roll and extended cuts of the show, Nick's Watchlist, special episodes, free swag, custom swag, and so much more. Each month we give 10% of our patreon money to charity and the rest ALWAYS goes back into the show! Tiers start as low as $1/month! Please consider supporting the show and thank you for being one of the EFG faithful! Apple Podcasts: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/epic-film-guys-podcast/id1027239734Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/7HLugZWXbUgT6DlkuVz93RGoogle Podcasts: https://www.google.com/podcasts?feed=aHR0cDovL2VwaWNmaWxtZ3V5cy5wb2RiZWFuLmNvbS9mZWVkLwPodchaser: https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/epic-film-guys-podcast-1724The Hobster's Dumpster: https://www.facebook.com/groups/epicfilmguysFeed URL: http://epicfilmguys.podbean.com/feed/Redbubble: http://www.redbubble.com/people/epicfilmguysCafePress: http://http://www.cafepress.com/epicfilmguysWordpress: http://epicfilmguys.wordpress.comYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/user/epicfilmguysny/liveTwitch: http://www.twitch.tv/epicfilmguysDiscord: https://discord.gg/wMUjrtX You can also catch us on most every podcatcher under the sun! Search for us on BluBrry, Stitcher, Spreaker, Google Podcasts, Overcast, and many others. Search and you will find us! Meet the Epic Film Guys Epic Film Guy Nick lives in upstate NY and graduated from Clarion University of PA in 2010 with a degree in English (writing). While in college he studied film as part of a film studies minor and made a couple short films. He handles the sound production and editing of the show as well as its release and manages the twitter account @EpicFilmGuys. Epic Film Guy Justin lives in a suburb of Washington D.C. after moving from the Binghamton, NY area with his wife and daughter. He is our resident "encyclopedia of film" and chances are, if you've heard some film news, Justin already heard it before you. A massive fan of the 80s and horror flicks of all shapes and sizes! Catch him on Facebook or our Instagram account @EpicFilmGuys. Epic Film Guy Bryan/LoySauce/LoySocks/LoinSauce, AKA the God of Podcasting, lives in Virginia and is a creative director at the Alamo Drafthouse. He and Justin also host numerous screenings and the two share an avid love of horror. Find out what he's up to by following him on twitter @GoLoySauceGo! Learn the full history of the Epic Film Guys by visiting http://epicfilmguys.wordpress.com/about-us/.   Credits   Intro and Outro tracks from the Friday the 13th Sountrack. All Rights reserved  

"Lyin' here alone I'm dreaming, my mind keeps wandering why, my thoughts are only you." panas dingin hujan badai selalu teringat si doi. semacam terkena pelet yang tak lekang oleh waktu. si doi selalu menghantui jiwa dan raga ini. gimana sih rasanya ketika memiliki sosok "The one that got away"?, mau ngapain aja serba salah. kencan dengan yang baru pun jadi terasa pait karena selalu terbayang si doi yg pernah menemani. NAH. Tema lowtalk kita pada hari ini ingin membahas salah satu top hits dari George Duke yang berjudul "Sweet Baby" mellow-people. sembari menikmati malam yang tak berujung, Sountrack mellow ini bisa menemani kita nih. dan pada momen ini Sandy M.pc (master petuah cinta) akan bercerita tentang pengalamannya saat bertemu dengan "the one that got away"nya dia. yuk langsung meluncur mellow-people !! #Mellowalltheway

dudup tkstt dupk tactrit bubdup Pardon, je me sens un peu fourmi en ce moment, j'ai oublié comment on dialoguait avec les humains (les conséquences du confinement sur Karine) Le 5ème épisode de la BOlinette est là ! Aujourd'hui un film dont les protagonistes sont à l'image de ce format : mini ! Et oui, Karine vous présente Microcosmos, un documentaire de 1996 de Claude Nuridsany et Marie Pérennou sur ce qu'on aimerait tous être maintenant, des insectes. Si vous avez aimé, ouvrez vos fenêtres et criez à vos voisins la description du lien, ça leur fera plaisir. Et bien entendu, n'oubliez pas de venir nous parler, on s'ennuie ! Notre Twitter : @de4a7_podcast - twitter.com/de4a7_podcast Notre Instagram : de4a7.podcast - instagram.com/de4a7.podcast/ Merci à Léo Mirland pour la musique  d'intro. Retrouvez-le ici : facebook.com/leomirland - twitter.com/LeoMirland - instagram.com/leo_mirland  Vous pouvez retrouver De 4 à 7 tous les mois (et même plus que d'habitude bande de petits veinards) ici, sur Spotify, Deezer, Podcast Addict et ApplePodcasts. Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/show/72hY7tpL3ooqrndF7Jaq0m  Deezer :  https://www.deezer.com/show/399882  Apple Podcasts : https://podcasts.apple.com/fr/podcast/de-4-%C3%A0-7/id1472488253

Fems LA is about to premier and this show is definitely a must watch. So pull up a seat when cast member, model and singer Jaeden Zoe joins me to discuss this amazing piece of work that is showing the real lives, work, and relationships of fem lesbian entrepreneurs. We also get a chance to chat about her single "Cababana Love" that is featured on the Sountrack. Find Fems LA at: www.FEMSLASHOW.com"Drinks with Jess" is a Branas Enterprises production.BE the Voice Podcast NetworkWebsite: branasenterprises.comFacebook/Instagram/Twitter/TikTok: branasent

Neste episodio Eduardo Ritalino e Fael Leone batem um papo e fazem uma analise do filme Coringa dirigido por Todd Phillips lançado em 2019, com a trilha sonora composta por Hildur Guðnadóttir. Um filme muito bom com uma atuação arrebatadora de Joaquin Pheonix!

The Mandalorian, la nostalgia por Star Wars en un espectacular western espacial.

Cuáles son los mejores soundtracks que han escuchado

¡#MinutoGamer Regresa a #CulturaFreak! Y en esta ocasión Erick Pérez no s platica sobre el #Sountrack de #Halo. También platicamos un poco en cabina sobre la saga #Terminator y la nueva película a estrenarse: Dark Fate. #Joker está dando mucho de que hablar y también analizamos el trailer final y su buena recepción en el festival de Viena. Esto y mucho más en el programa #22.

Today, Daryl and Danny school Dominic on the importance of scores and soundtrack in movies. It plays a big part in movies and gave Dominic some homework on movies to watch. Listen to us every Sunday where we talk nonsense, more nonsense and nothing but nonsense Spotify | https://spoti.fi/2JxhYrC Apple podcast | http://bit.ly/theytfshow Google podcast | http://bit.ly/ytfshow Stitcher | https://www.stitcher.com/s?fid=417648 Castbox | http://bit.ly/theYTF Youtube Clips | http://bit.ly/ytfclips

Neste episodio Eduardo Ritalino e Fael Leone batem um papo e fazem uma analise do filme Blade Runner dirigido por Ridley Scott lançado em 1982, com a trilha sonora composta por Vangelis. Um filme fantástico com uma sountrack tão boa quanto.

In this episode, we are joined by the one and only Elizabeth Felsheim! In between laughs, we discuss vulnerability, community, and the way in which Lent has revealed our weakness to ourselves (spoiler alert: God is using it for good). Sountrack of the week:Greta Nisswandt, "The Ocean Shelf" - https://youtu.be/Oyhu1mJ0eNgIndigo Girls, "Love Will Come to You" - https://youtu.be/Jhypr1pUWyAThomas Sanders, "Birds" - https://youtu.be/ximNgj5mxMg

Compositeur de la musique du film "Roubaix, une lumière" d'Arnaud Desplechin, sélectionné en compétition officielle en cette 72e édition, Grégoire Hetzel est l'invité de Benoît Basirico

Neste episodio Eduardo Ritalino e convidado Paulo Filho o Son, batem um papo fazendo uma analise da soundtrack do filme "Homem-Aranha No Aranhaverso", filme de 2018 sucesso de critica e bilheteria, que desbancou a pixar e a disney no oscar. A trilha sonora do filme é recheada de rap, hip-hop e eletrônica o que rendeu um bom papo. Spotify do Son: https://spoti.fi/30uBhZh

"Auf der Strasse tobt der Regen, in seinem Wagen die Musik, er fährt noch einmal durch die Gegend, in der sein Herz begraben liegt." Ein Auto, ein Lied und die Nacht. In Kombination, manchmal der einzige, größte Trost, den das Leben zu bieten hat. Zwar regnet es nie in Südkalifornien und daher auch nicht in Nicolas Winding Refns Film DRIVE, aber das Empfinden scheint gleich. Ob im grandiosen Sountrack mit Italiens Do it Better Inkarnationen und Cliff Martinez oder der herausragend guten Fotografie von Newton Thomas Sigel, der Film stellt seine Geschmackssicherheit und Coolness aus. Von der Skorpion Jacke, zum Auto des Drivers, funktioniert der Film auch als Referenz. Kenneth Anger, klar und 1967: POINT BLANK, BRANDED TO KILL, C`ERA UNA VOLTA IL WEST und allen voran Melvilles LE SAMOURAI. Ryan Goslings Charakter mit den Steve McQueen Manierismen erscheint bisweilen wie ein Amalgat dieser Filme. Trotzdem oder gerade deshalbt, erscheint DRIVE ein eigenständiger, wundervoller Film. Vielleicht der beste des letzten Jahres. DRIVE ANGRY, eine Filmgewordene Allmachtsphantasie mit Autos, Frauen und Gewalt und Zerstörung, eine Menge davon. Film gesehen, Spass gehabt. DRIVE ANGRY ist B-Kino der 70er mit den Mitteln eines Hollywood A-Films und in 3D. DRIVE ANGRY und Ruggero Deodatos SHOOT FIRST, DIE LATER = das perfekte Double Feature. Weniger Spass bereitet das Sterben in SENNA, einem Dokumentarfilm über das Leben des tragisch verunglückten Formel 1 Piloten. Das Drama der Person Senna und das Drama des Rennsports aus unmittelbarer Nähe. Aus einer Zeit vor der Mixed Zone, als aller Schmutz und alle Emotionen sich direkt vor den Augen und Optiken der Kamerateams zugetragen haben. Man mag kaum glauben, was man sieht. Dritte, unbedingte Empfehlung. Bleibt die Frage: Haben wir es noch in uns und falls ja, wieviel und wenn es noch drin steckt, ist es dann Krebs? Oreo-Replikate und Cola Zero, genau was der Doktor verschrieben hat. Text beginnt mit Zitat, Text endet mit Zitat, beinah: "Put your hands on the wheel. Let the golden age begin. The window down, feel the moonlight on your skin. Let the desert wind cool your aching head, let the weight of the world drift away instead." Paßt auf Euch auf.