Driftwood (2023)

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Enter...

the storm.

What do you see?

A ball.

A red ball.

Very good. Can you feel

it in your hands?

No, it's not really here.

Being dismissive won't help.

If you're open to the vision,

you're open to progress.

I'm sorry. It's just...

this doesn't really work for me.

Everyone dreams, Anne.

Just because you can't remember

yours is no fault of your own.

So you're saying I

can blame Craig?

I'm saying there's

no need to blame anyone.

I still believe that your

subconscious

has an active imagination.

What is it?

You've invested a lot of

time and effort,

and we've made some minor

advances

towards reconciliation,

recovery... but

I wonder if you'd be open to

something

a bit more aggressive.

Is that code for expensive?

No cost here.

This is a new therapy

that I designed.

Custom tailored for

someone of your...

predicament.

You'd be in a trial group.

And I assume he'd be there too?

Yes.

But there wouldn't be a real

there

to speak of.

Any more than you

and I currently have a here.

You'd both be there in a mental

sense,

not the physical.

So like this...

more of your virtual-interface

tele-therapy?

If that's what you want

to call it. Or...

a subconscious meeting ground.

So this new idea of yours...

It's an invasive dream

immersion program.

You and Craig would basically

occupy

a shared subconsciousness.

We shared a life and a

home for ten years.

I'm not about to share my brain

with him, too.

Technically,

it wouldn't be anyone's brain.

I want you to think of this

as a neutral zone.

A no-man's land of

the dreamscape.

And you think it'll help?

Frankly, I think it's that or...

we've taken this as

far as we can.

Okay.

I'll check with work and see

when I can squeeze in a session.

And then...

And then.

But for now...

tell me what you see.

A ball.

A red ball.

I'm in.

Are you?

I can hear you, but...

Well...

I'm somewhere.

Somewhere dark?

There we are.

Getting in can be a

little tricky.

Please get comfortable.

I'll bring in Craig.

Okay, before...

before you do.

I do want to reconcile.

But you still haven't prepared

me for what

to expect in here.

I don't like surprises.

Enjoying the surprise requires

some faith in the unknown.

Embracing its unpredictability.

What it requires is being

out of control.

There are some things

I'm not ready to face yet.

Which is exactly why we're here.

I'll be right beside you, Anne.

Even when I'm not.

Okay...

let's do this.

Okay.

He's already asleep.

Strapped into the system.

So all I have to do now is...

And we begin.

Craig, can you hear me?

Yup.

Loud and clear, Doc.

Hi, Craig.

Anne...

We have got to stop

meeting like this.

To start, I'd like to thank and

congratulate

both of you.

It takes courage to be here with

each other, let alone your

latent selves.

We're here to let

our guard down,

allow our dreams

to navigate us to a place of

resolution.

You can tap into your deepest

insecurities, impulses,

idiosyncrasies.

Craig, in our past sessions,

you've

excelled in our lucid dreaming

exercises.

Why don't you take the lead.

Walk us through the last dream

you remember.

Sure.

I don't know if this one counts.

It was sort of like a waking

middle

of the day type thing.

That's fine.

Okay, so I'm making

something to eat.

I sit down with my sandwich.

How do I explain this?

Start with the details.

What kind of sandwich was it?

Does that matter?

Can't say for certain.

It might.

Okay.

It was a PB & J.

A PB & J?

Yes.

You're a grown ass man.

What are you doing

eating a PB & J?

It was all I had.

You were always the chef.

Anyway, I'm sitting down with

my sandwich and...

I suddenly feel this presence.

Like I'm being watched.

And I know that it's

the sandwich.

That's watching me somehow?

Sitting in judgment.

That's when I realize...

even though I made the sandwich,

it's

the sandwich...

that made me.

Like, created me...

and now is forcing me to

return the favor.

So I don't even know if that

counts

or if that's what you're looking

for.

But... that's me.

Realizing my sandwich...

is a god.

Are you taking your medication?

I don't take medication.

I know, but... what else

am I supposed to say to that?

If we sit here in judgment of

each other's

subconscious,

there is no moving forward

in this... Okay...

it's one thing to dream it.

But does he actually believe it?

Like in walking

around daily life?

Why is it so crazy for you?

To just believe in something?

So you believe in a sandwich?

Let's look at this objectively.

There is no inherent

truth in an object.

All there is is our sustained

collective

belief that the object is

itself...

or what we intended to be.

That's the key here

in Dreamscape.

For what it's worth,

I was saying that my sandwich...

was A god, not THE god.

Anne.

Okay.

One question, though.

Did you eat your god?

My god was delicious.

Extra crunchy

on a bed of strawberry

preserves.

Bread was a little stale.

Okay. Anne, you want to

give it a try?

If I can't remember my dreams,

I don't know how I'm supposed...

Your dreams will come

if you let them.

Coax them. Don't give chase.

This whole thing is

f*cking ridiculous.

Anne, remember when Dr. Peak

used to have us fall asleep fr

this...

and do the little, ah, lucid

dream

trick that he taught us?

Yeah.

Try that.

Yes. Good thinking.

Anne, visualize the ball.

I'll try.

I can see the red ball.

Feel it between my hands

while I'm awake.

I keep this ball with me...

and carry it..

while I fall asleep.

Did you guys hear that?

What? That crying.

The only thing that exists

is what you and Craig created.

So you're saying I summoned

the sound of a baby?

If that was the case,

we should hear it too.

Try again.

I can see the ball.

Feel the ball.

Beyond it, all is black.

But my hands are real.

And this ball is real.

Even in my sleep.

Hello?

Trespasser.

Trespasser... trespasser.

You don't belong here.

I'm sorry...

Bring me Driftwood at noon.

Or everyone dies.

Anne!

Craig!

I'm here. Can you

follow my voice?

How do I...?

Is there even direction in here?

Where am I?

Just focus.

Listen to my voice.

Remember, this is your place.

I don't think it is.

What do you mean?

Oh, thank god.

What did you mean by...

There's someone else in

here with us.

That's impossible.

This a secure place,

open only to you.

Well, it's an experiment,

isn't it?

Maybe something went wrong.

It doesn't work like that...

I don't know how it works.

But I was just accosted

by someone. Or something.

Said I was trespassing.

Told me...

Okay.

Okay.

I'm going to bring

you both back.

Figure out what's going on.

So that's it?

We're giving up?

Something's wrong here, Craig.

Yeah, sure is.

Same thing as f*cking always.

What's that supposed to mean?

Things get a little tough...

you find a way to make

it cataclysmic.

We could be messing around

in someone else's subconscio.

Or they could be messing

around in ours.

Or... you're just

afraid to face me.

I'm here, aren't I?

Here you are.

And here we go.

On your terms.

Like always.

Okay...

You should see a door opening.

Focus on that door.

Go through it.

But can't you just unplug us

or wake us up or something?

You entered willfully.

By making a conscious choice

using your subconscious.

The only way to

leave is by doing the same.

What...

what happens if we don't go

through the door?

Make sure you do.

Okay. I'm going to initiate

the exit protocol...

Now.

Go right through.

No looking back.

I can't.

Craig, what do you mean?

I feel like I can't...

like I can't move.

Anne, keep moving!

I can only keep this

open for so long.

You can't get stuck here!

Goddamnit. Craig, stay

where you are!

Give me your hand!

Craig?

Dr. Peak?

Can you hear me?

Why couldn't you...?

sh*t.

Are we stuck in here now?

Come on, answer me!

Hello?

Okay.

Focus on the ball.

I can feel the red ball in my

hands,

even though I'm asleep.

I'm taking it with me when I go.

I'm holding it...

knowing that I'm asleep

and choosing to wake up.

So I wake up.

Okay.

The ball.

I'm holding it now.

In my hands. In my sleep.

And on the count of three...

I am opening my eyes

and waking the f*ck up.

One... two...

three.

Is anybody here?

Where the f*ck am I?

Hello?

Hello.

Can you tell me how to

get out of here?

Canyoutellmehowtogetoutofhere?

Oh!

Such a well-bred American.

So quick to temper.

Please.

The writing's on the wall.

You can't get out from in,

or down from up.

Great. A riddle...

Something you should know.

Some people drown in an

inch of water.

Others fall from skyscrapers...

and lived to tell the tale.

How does that help me?

Perspective.

I don't need perspective.

I need to find my husband

and get out of here.

Oh?

Does it mean anything to you

if I say Driftwood?

Anything can mean anything.

Or nothing at all.

But I wouldn't go about saying

something very often.

Why not?

It might give you a truth

you're not ready for.

Was I supposed to be

ready for this?

Peak said it would just be me

and Craig in here and now...

Your little American spirit can

handle sharing, can it?

Are you going to help me?

Follow me.

So did Peak lie to me?

Is this all part of our therapy?

You want answers, ask

better questions.

You want out, get

ready to go in.

Go in where?

Wherever it leads.

Walk anywhere you'd like...

but every alley has its own

equal share of shadows.

This is how people get

themselves k*lled.

Pray you're one of those fall

from the sky scraper and walk

away types...

because you have a

long way down.

Just focus on the motion.

Hello?

Where are you?

Please just cry again.

So I can find you.

I'm coming...

Stay away from my g*dd*mn baby.

I'm not here to hurt

you or your baby.

Then go home.

Get out of mine.

I'm just trying to help.

Help? Help, who?

I've been here forever.

Locked up with no way to leave.

Who do you think you are

just coming in here?

Acting like some g*dd*mn savior.

I just heard the crying.

Oh, the crying...

Right.

Crying and the silence.

I don't know what is worse.

All or none. None or all.

Swear to god, I'm

going to drown this child.

I wouldn't do that.

I can't take it.

The waiting for something.

But I just have nothing.

All I have is nothing.

What's your baby's name?

People used to call me Odessa.

But her name...

She's just baby now.

Okay.

Odessa...

Don't you call me that.

That's my name from another

life.

Not from this...

this f*cking hell.

Something followed you in here!

What did you bring

into my house?

I didn't mean to.

Oh! Oh, you didn't mean to.

She didn't mean to...

She didn't mean to. Okay. Okay,

okay.

If they're coming to get me,

you're coming too.

Oh my god, it's her.

Isn't it?

You'll be okay.

I got you. I'll fight for you.

Why don't I take her?

You want to take my baby?

No, I could...

I could help you protect her...

No, no. See, that's the thing.

I know that you and this

thing down the hall...

you two are working together.

To try and get me.

But that's the thing.

I've been here for so long...

I know all of your tricks.

No, please...

believe me.

We could work together,

find a way out.

At least for your baby.

No, there's only one way out!

All or none.

Anything or nothing.

Why aren't you listening to me?

I'm just trying to help you.

You brought this thing to me.

You can get me out.

This hell is eternal.

Until it isn't.

It's okay. We have to go.

Now!

What the f*ck is happening?

I don't know.

You don't know?

This is your experiment.

How could you not know?

It's being flooded with foreign,

invasive dreamscapes...

I can only assume we've been

hacked,

sabotaged somehow.

What do they want?

It could be you, or Craig.

Maybe me...

Or the experiment.

Could be.

But the experiment

is definitely compromised.

Which means we are too.

That thing back there

could be some kind of virus in

the system.

Like malware for the mind.

Earlier, it came for me back,

when we got separated.

It told me to bring it Driftwood

at

noon. Or else everyone dies.

Do you think that's

what's happening?

Maybe we're already dead.

The dead don't dream.

We're here.

Alive.

But as things stand...

I don't know for how long.

This...

this place, it doesn't feel

like the last place.

There's something else here...

like I belong or I'm home.

Home?

I'm not saying I

want to be here.

It just feels... real.

Permanent.

We have to find Craig.

Maybe if we're together

we can summon the door...

...Yeah okay, yes, yes, yes.

Start with something tangible.

The red ball.

Enough with your

f*cking red ball!

If this world is shifting us

around, moving us from dream o

dream...

we have to remain the constant.

Navigate it willfully.

Or else we're going to

get sucked under.

Like that woman back there?

Odessa?

I can't say for certain

what happened to her.

But it's best we avoid

the same fate.

I'm holding the red ball.

Again.

In life and in dream.

I can feel it in my hands

because it is real.

And so is this world around me.

I feel its weight in my...

Holy sh*t, it worked!

Wait...

Stop!

Anne, go...

Now!

Anne?

Mom?

You shouldn't be here, honey.

You remember me?

How could I forget you?

I'm lost.

You're not the only one.

There's someone else here

who doesn't belong.

Yeah, Craig.

Someone else.

No. I came in here with Craig.

He's out there...

Don't lose yourself

trying to find Craig.

But this other one...

start with him.

By the Stone River.

Look for the balloon.

They'll be coming for you.

Wanting what you have.

But I don't have anything.

You do.

More than you realize.

The longer you linger,

the more you draw attention to

yourself.

This is no place for

someone like you.

Find that other stranger.

He's like you.

Awake.

But how do I...

Surrender to the tide.

Let it take you where

you have to go.

But I don't know what

that means...

You have got to get out of here.

I'll come back for you...

Don't!!

Hello?

I think I'm looking for you.

Can you hear me?

Wait!

Hold up, hold up.

Alright?

What do you want?

I think I'm supposed

to find you.

You and me... we're not

part of this place.

Tell me I'm wrong.

You know how to get out of here?

Are you messing with me?

That's all I've been asking

since I got here.

I'm Anne.

Regent.

So were you working with Dr.

Peak?

Or did he have you in a session?

What session?

This.

This shared subconscious?

I was here for marriage therapy.

Oh, wait, hold on...

you signed up for this sh*t?

You didn't?

sh*t.

Why the f*ck would I do that?

I don't know.

So what was the last thing

you remember from...

before this place?

Water.

Like, what...

you were drinking it? Swimming...

Well... It's just... just the

thought of water...

you know, the essence of it,

I don't know.

I don't know, everything else

after that is shadowy.

Well, it's a start.

If that's a start,

we're finished.

How long have you been here,

by the way?

Or is time relative and all?

I saw a door...

supposed to be the way out.

But I can't find it.

Why didn't you leave?

My husband... ex...

whatever he is. Craig.

We came in here together

and he got stuck.

I couldn't leave him.

Got it, got it, got it.

You looking for him then?

So if finding this Craig is

going to get you

to this door, and that's a way

out...

If you don't mind,

I would like to hitch a ride

with you.

If that's cool.

I don't think I have

anything left to lose.

Oh, no, no. That's

some bullshit.

You ain't got nothing to lose,

you ain't got nothing to fight

for.

And if you ain't fighting,

you dying.

I'm not dying.

Yeah, I'm not dying either.

So let's figure this out

so we can get out of here.

What's with your balloon?

Alright, so look...

A year, year and a half ago.

My ex... she got me into like

this,

this meditation, you know...

You know, yoga...

this whole spiritual journey.

We did this lucid dreaming?

To help me control my dreams.

I use a red ball.

I would imagine a red ball

as I was falling asleep and

then...

To know that you were dreaming.

Right?

Right.

Right, okay, well, ball,

meet balloon.

Except...

I could never really dream.

Not until this...

this immersion therapy.

I always felt there was

something wrong with me.

It just seemed like some sort

of secret life I wasn't a part

of.

But it terrified me.

Being so helpless.

At the mercy of my own thoughts.

Well...

look at you now.

Still feeling like

you missed out?

I don't know... the

view's so nice.

Can't be paying much on

property tax here.

That's gotta count for

something, right?

Still, we got to find that door.

Oh, yeah, I'm getting

the f*ck up out of here.

You know... let's Wheel of

Fortune this thing.

What?

Driftwood.

Is it a person, a place...

a thing?

Movie title?

No clue.

Okay.

Okay, so this... dark entity,

right?

It said Bring Driftwood to the

beach.'

So let's work it through, right?

It belongs there. It's

not from there...

But you expect to find it there.

Right?

Right.

Right.

Does that help us?

We'll see.

Can you summon in your balloon?

Why?

Just indulge me.

Okay.

I've never done this with...

with someone watching, you know?

I'll give you your privacy.

Okay cool. Thanks.

Bingo! Okay...

Can I see it?

Uh, yeah. Here we go.

What are you doing?

I'm popping it.

That's like... this is

how you pop it...

Oh, okay.

Okay!

Here on bended knee.'

You know what that means?

Well sh*t. We're going?

We're going.

You know how?

I'll give you the advice I got.

Let the tide take you.'

Yeah.

Just like driftwood.

Yeah.

What is that?

That's the thing that k*lled Dr.

Peak.

Wait wait wait... so we, ah...

we're supposed to

visualize this, right?

Visualize it and it takes you...

it sends you, right? Like

lucid dreaming...

Let's visualize this...

Oh f*ck that... Let's go.

Let's go.

He's behind us!

Let's go!

He's gone.

Okay.

You brought us here?

Yeah.

Even without my balloon.

You know I just... focused on

that postcard...

and it brought us to

this rooftop.

You know this place?

Yeah. It's where Craig proposed.

Casanova pulled out all

the stops, huh?

No... we lived in this really

cramped apartment right there.

And when it got really hot, we

would

hop the fence of this building

and use their pool.

Then one day, he took me up to

the

roof to check out the view...

and popped the question.

It's not the worst

engagement story...

No, it's...

Why would my balloon

lead us here?

You think there's any

logic to this?

Yeah.

I mean, it has to be.

You know, my balloon was my

connection

between my dream world and my

reality.

And it brought us here.

The red ball.

The red ball.

Yeah, it might be...

it might be a clue.

Help us get out of here.

Or what if...

what if it's Driftwood and we

bring it to the beach

and get us out of here, and

then...

Craig?

Where are you going?

Anne?

What the f*ck, Anne?

Regent?

Where did you go?

I'm right here.

Okay. And where is that exactly?

The woods.

Oh, well that's great.

I'm still on the f*cking roof.

Hey, Anne?

Hey, you're Craig...

is he a good guy?

I mean, we had our issues,

but...

No, no, I'm just saying is...

is he the type of guy who'd harm

somebody for no good reason?

No, of course not. Why?

Because I think I found him.

And he doesn't look happy.

You're not Anne.

Sure not, buddy.

Then what are you doing here?

Look, I'm just trying

to pass through.

Don't mind me. Don't stop

what you're doing.

Seems like you got a good

thing going on there.

I don't wanna stop you

from proposing, man.

Where is she?

Hey, Craig, can you hear me?

He's a friend, okay?

I'm just trying to find you.

Anne, I don't think this

is your Craig.

Hey, bruv, hold up.

I'm just trying to

find a way out.

There is no way out.

Okay. Alright, cool.

No problem.

Hello?

Are you okay?

Anne?

You okay?

I don't think I'm

alone here either.

Hello?

Stop it! Stop, I can't help you!

Hey, Anne?

Anne?

Anne, your red ball may be our

best

bet out of here.

It's gone.

What?

I dropped it when Peak d*ed.

It must be there. Back

in the desert.

Okay. Okay. Well it's not gone.

It's

not gone yet then.

What are you doing to her?

I'm just... trying to find her,

buddy.

That's rich.

Here on my roof,

talking to my girl.

Your girl.

Okay, caveman, you uh...

Hey Anne?

Anne, listen.

I'm going to need you to focus.

We have to get back to that

place, okay?

I don't think I can do it.

Yes you can, Anne.

You just got to get back

to that place.

Just close your eyes. Focus on

the ball.

You can do this.

No Regent, you gotta help me

get out of here!

You can do this, okay? Just

focus. The place, the ball.

These voices are going to

make me go insane!

The place.

The ball.

The place.

The ball.

He's here.

Craig?

I don't think this Craig

is your Craig.

No, it is.

Some crazy dream version maybe?

But...

No... How would you know?

You've never even met him.

Babe, is that you?

Out of the ground...

he is flesh.

Blameless, you called me...

blameless.

But the flesh is corrupt,

full of v*olence.

You remember the beast,

but you've forgotten me.

Have you forgotten me?

Here I am...

alone with the beast.

The fear of you and the

dread of you.

The fear.

And the dread.

Now everything here will die.

sh*t sh*t sh*t.

Okay. Okay, Anne?

That's definitely not

your Craig, Anne.

Focus on us, not Craig.

Steady yourself.

Steady yourself, focus...

and breathe.

Just breathe.

Whoa...

I thought that was him.

No, you wanted it to be him.

You did it.

You got us here.

Barely.

You couldn't?

I could have.

Thanks, Coach.

Oh, I wouldn't use that

word lightly.

Is that what you were?

Out there?

Yeah.

Coach...

Teach.

But technically, a social worker

for at-risk youth.

Yeah, I was a...

I was a second chance for kids

who didn't have a first.

So this is the place.

There it is.

I guess we're doing this.

Nothing else we can do.

But...

What?

Whatever this shows us, it's...

it's probably something we

don't want to see.

We gotta be prepared for that.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Alright

Anne?

Anne!

That wasn't a dream.

That was real.

What does it mean?

It means we're in a

heap of sh*t.

Right?

I mean, we're in...

I don't know, Purgatory?

Some... in-between place?

I don't know...

Yeah, well, earlier Peak said

that

the dead don't dream. So...

Something happened to us.

Something happened to us

on that beach, Anne.

No, I think we were hacked.

I came in here for therapy.

The experimental...

You sure?

Cause I sure as hell didn't.

When I got here,

I couldn't remember nothing.

You know, just...

just flashes.

You know, my balloon.

My ex.

But now I see it all.

What do you remember?

Saying goodbye to a friend.

His name at the bottom of a

long list of names.

Rest in power, brother.

A list I don't see... stopping.

Those kids, man.

Survivors.

All of them.

You know, even the ones

that didn't make it.

We can still make it.

Way I figure it, we are

already have.

Right?

I mean, we can move around

this place freely.

Go wherever we want.

Yeah...

You know, why not just

summon that door?

You ready?

Uh... hell no.

But...

There it is.

You going?

Not yet.

No judgment.

I'll try to get by without you.

If you're going.

You know, I worked my entire

life

for a world I won't see.

Some kind of equality...

you know, justice.

So if we can build whatever

we want here...

it got me thinking...

Why not just stay?

Isn't that cheating?

Is it?

Who's to say this world is any

less real

than the one we knew before?

I go back, all I got is a

growing list waiting for me.

You made a difference though.

Your life meant something.

Thanks.

I'm thinking maybe...

maybe it's time for them

kids to fly on their own.

Invest...

invest in the youth.

I did what I could

when it was my time to do it.

You did more than most.

You know, Regent...

whatever world you choose...

they'll be lucky to have you.

I think I'm gonna need some

privacy for this one.

Alright. Good luck.

Hey, Anne?

Yeah?

You still got people

that need you.

That depend on you.

Go home.

Okay.

Okay.

Home.

Okay.

Take me home.

All the way.

Mom.

I came back.

I knew you would.

Wished you wouldn't.

How do you...

how do you remember me?

You're my baby girl.

But in real life, near

the end, you didn't...

you didn't know who I

was anymore.

What we have here?

Can be better than real life...

better than memories.

This whole time, you've

been fighting to leave.

Did you ever think

it might be better to stay?

But I have a life.

I have something

real with Craig.

How good could any life be

that brought you here?

A lonely, work addled existence.

A husband who changed

his whole belief system on a

sudden whim.

And then there's me.

Do you really want to poke

around the real world

long enough to see this happen

to you?

Ever since you got sick,

I've felt like my mind was some

sort of...

ticking time b*mb.

That I would forget everything.

And everyone.

But now that I'm here...

nothing is real.

Nothing is how I remember it.

Can't you see the

beauty in that?

Here, no one has to get sick.

No one has to leave.

Say you'll stay.

You never cooked.

Well, I do now.

Let me fix you something.

What are you cooking?

Oh, don't you fret.

I'm making your favorite.

Is that...?

No.

None of this is right.

You're not my mom.

You're not even a real memory.

Does that matter?

I'm here.

Isn't that enough?

You don't like what you're

seeing,

then change what you're looking

at...

Or else, get the f*ck

out of my house.

Mom...

No!

You think you belong here?

You're a f*cking virus.

I hope your Craig is gone.

Hope you get stuck here...

with nothing but your own

dead thoughts.

She's in here.

Come and get her.

I told you not to

come back for me.

Anne...

Enough!

I'm done playing your

f*cking games!

What do you want?

Show me your face!

No.

No, it's not you.

I want the real Craig!

My Craig.

Craig!

What's the plan, Anne?

What do you mean?

Well. You got us here.

Now what?

Well, whatever this place is...

we came in through therapy.

Trying to heal.

Maybe that's the way out.

I thought you were done

playing games.

No, all that before...

The running and hiding.

That's all bullshit.

You and me, that's what matters.

Running things again, are we?

Okay. But first...

Sit.

So. Where would you

like to begin?

You left.

I never left you.

Remember? You wouldn't let me.

You think I had to say?

Any real kind of say in

what happened between us?

No, you make up your mind

about something and...

that's it. f*cking gospel.

I'm wrong?

Like your little sandwich god.

You believe in something and

then I'm

the idiot for not following

along...

Believing in... what?

Your Holy Edible Trinity?

Maybe you could use a

little faith.

In a sandwich...

In anything, Anne.

In us, even.

So, tell me... in your head,

what is it that's so broken

between us?

Just because you didn't leave...

doesn't mean you were

ever really here.

Don't give me that whiny

suburban sh*t.

You're better than that.

Do I have to be?

Is it so wrong to want

something better...

normal for us?

And what is it you've cooked up

inside your head to define

normal?

I just want us back.

Could be no coming

back from this.

Not for me at least.

Maybe both of us.

What's going on?

Oh, don't even look at him.

He's long gone.

Long gone and getting

further out.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

I wouldn't get up.

Looking back is best

done sitting.

Getting up, walking around,

that's future-looking-type

stuff.

I just want to be with you.

But which one of us?

How many me's do you remember?

There's only ever been one.

Bullshit.

I knew a million

different you's.

Day to day, hour to hour.

I've only been myself with you.

Don't choose now to

get offended.

I mean, it's just

how life works.

Every decision we make

creates a brand new us.

Of course you'd say that.

You'd rather start

new than change.

You want something

to believe in?

Believe that we can grow,

evolve as human beings...

And every decision they make...

they...

takes us closer to...

closer to, or further from...

our true...

our true...

Good rhythm, isn't it?

We're trying to have

a serious conversation.

So is he.

Don't language-shame.

Just listen.

Look.

What do you want from me?

Doesn't really matter?

What do you want to do?

I want to leave!

Then leave.

With you!

I want to leave with you.

Well, you can't take all of us.

I'm nothing without my

other selves.

Just a memory of a

single moment...

A faded Polaroid.

Tell me...

what is it he's saying?

What, you can't tell?

No.

Well, look at him.

I don't want to.

Why not?

Because it's crazy.

I just want him to stop.

He won't.

Why?

Because he's in pain.

I'm sure he is.

Well, do you know why?

Isn't it obvious?

Tell me.

Because he's hurting himself!

No.

Then why?

He's hurting...

because you won't look at him.

Don't pretend that you knew

all the different me's.

You didn't know

the ones that were hurting.

Couldn't stand to look at them.

I'm looking now.

Now's too late.

No...

No please stay.

We can fix this.

Not until you remember.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

I don't know what you

want from me.

Or what brought you here.

But I don't believe in you.

Okay?

There is your god, Craig!

Peanut butter and f*cking jelly.

Nothing else.

Are you enjoying this?

You got me talking to a

g*dd*mn sandwich.

I'm losing it...

So what?

Are we gonna have

a little staring contest?

What did you think you were?

Did you think you had answers?

Tell me what to do.

Anne...

Enter the storm.

People always told me

that I'd have to have a partner.

I've never felt...

more excited.

And terrified.

And full of love.

I'd smile and think...

I created you.

Just me.

And some sperm donor guy,

but he was just some guy.

First words.

First crush.

I'd be right beside you.

And you'd be inside of me...

right here.

And nothing can ever

take that away.

Nothing.

I dreamt I won all the

money in the world.

But I traded it all in...

for the one thing I've

always wanted.

My own little piece of Earth.

Where the sun is always setting

but night never falls.

Where justice and inequality

is not even a second thought.

You know, where we are...

where we are free.

Free...

to live whatever life we choose.

Why not join them?

They're fellow dreamers,

dreaming their dreams.

Telling their tales.

Are they trapped in here too?

Like us?

Say what you have to say.

What could I say that

they'd want to hear?

You think they're

talking for you?

No more than you'd be

talking for them.

Talk for you.

I can't dream.

I never have.

At least... if I did,

I can't remember them.

Everyone in my life,

they were...

so creative.

Inspired.

Tapped into something

that I didn't have.

I'd sleep...

I'd try to dream, but...

But...

everything was so quiet.

Like there was

nothing beyond me...

or in me...

worth exploring.

And then... my Mom.

She lost her memory.

I gave up on it.

Imagination's a trap...

takes the best of you and

throws it away.

It's a worthless currency.

I'm better without it.

But Craig...

he always had such a...

a rich inner life.

He'd dream up a better

life for us...

and make it real.

Follow every impulse...

every crazy idea that he had.

He made me feel like I

was finally...

finally a part of something...

beyond me.

Is that all?

That's all that made you

feel connected?

What are you talking about?

What gave your life meaning?

Better damn well have been

more than just me.

I had work...

and I had you.

Until I didn't.

We had more than each other.

Can't you remember?

Can't you remember?

Can't you remember?

Am I in Hell?

Is that what this is?

Maybe.

Maybe Hell is living somebody

else's nightmare

without knowing your own dreams.

I can't dream...

Stop hiding behind that.

Your problem isn't

that you can't dream...

it's that you won't listen.

To what?

The truth.

No.

Who are you?

Tell me who you...

no, show me who you are.

Liam.

Come on honey.

Anne?

Anne!

Liam!

Liam...

I remember you.

I'll find you.

I'm going to find you.

My name is Anne...

I'm asleep.

Or, in a coma.

In my dream or someone else's.

Or maybe lost in infinity.

But I know my truth.

I'm going to find my son, Liam.

And my husband, Craig.

And we are getting out of here.

Liam...

Cry.

Say something, do something.

So I can find you.

Here on bended knee, babe.

Come on, you weird bastard...

Tell me where to go.

Tell me what to do.

Driftwood at noon.

One more stop...

I know what you want.

I've been running from you,

thinking

you're trying to k*ll me.

But you're my only way out.

So what?

I bring you what you want?

Or everyone dies...

instead of just...

What happened to the others?

Regent.

Odessa.

Did they make it out?

Will I?

You choose to trespass.

But you can still belong.

Choose to stay.

With us.

With them.

Now squeeze!

See, the tighter you squeeze,

the less you can hold.

But if you scoop gently...

you don't lose any.

I can't control anything.

Only what you do.

What you choose to accept.

What you want...

It's Craig, isn't it?

Craig...

Anne?

How'd you find me?

I stopped searching.

Yeah, there were things I

had to remember.

And forget.

Stories I kept telling

myself about our past.

We were never in therapy.

Never needed it.

Though I guess there were

probably times,

it would have been useful.

But no, that's...

that's not what this was.

And you never left me.

Until I did.

The wave.

And Liam?

He was never in this place.

He's out there.

Waiting for you.

I know now.

What's that?

Driftwood.

It's you.

Yeah, to some.

To enough that matter.

All this time I've been

looking for you.

But you're already gone.

This whole time, you've

already been gone.

I'm not gone till you say I am.

Do you have the time?

There's no telling

in this place.

If I had to make a guess...

Noon.

Time to go to the beach, Craig.

You know there's no coming back.

There's no place left to go.

I've got somewhere.

You've been there,

but I think it's worth seeing.

One last time.

Okay.

No, that's not what I'm saying.

If they want to move up the

deadline,

we can accommodate.

But... well, they need to know

what it's going to cost them.

Okay? Okay.

Yeah, call me when you're done.

So?

So I think I might have

to work tomorrow.

Not the whole day.

You know, we get one day

penciled in for the family...

Craig.

I know, and I'm grateful

for how well we're doing. It's

just...

I want tomorrow as

much as you do.

It's not like I want to

work all weekend.

Then don't.

Don't do it.

You call them up, tell them...

Okay, I am going.

We're still going.

Okay?

Okay.

Why are you prepping this now?

I thought I'd get the

sandwiches done early...

so that we could get to the

beach

early, get a good spot.

At the beach. Tomorrow.

Where we're going...

Plus, you know Liam.

He likes his bread a

little bit stale.

He's such a little weirdo.

He's such a little weirdo.

Just like his mom.

Oh. Yeah.

Says the man who suddenly

took up religion.

Still don't know why

that's so strange for you.

Honestly? You don't?

I thought we thought

the same about things.

That there's nothing to believe

in.

Religion is a trap.

Opiate of the people.

Yeah, well...

I believe in something else now.

That bother you?

You don't think that's selfish?

Selfish?

It's a lot to take in.

I mean, you basically changed

how you think about...

well, everything.

Doesn't change how I

think about you.

Not yet. At least.

You know, wouldn't k*ll you

to have a little faith in

something, Anne.

In anything.

Aside from work.

Hey...

I'm still the man you married.

And I do have faith.

In us.

This is Anne.

Okay, well, let's circle

back next week.

And then...

we'll move forward as planned.

Yeah.

Okay.

Alright, till then. Bye.

Help me be righteous.

Let me build something

for my family.

Something to keep them safe.

From all the v*olence

and the fear.

And you know, if all this

corrupt bullshit

comes to an end, just...

keep us safe.

And if not me...

them.

Cause Liam, he's innocent.

And Anne...

she has a blameless heart.

She tries.

Just help us find peace.

In this world, or...

any world that comes after.

Amen.

Craig...

What you believe...

Can you tell me if

you were right?

It would help me to know...

I can only tell you what you

do or don't want to hear.

Nothing true.

But you can give me a sign,

right?

Anne.

Can we just enjoy this?

For a minute.

Remember me any way you want to.

Any way you can.

And tell Liam about...

every version of me that

you can dream up.

Deal?

Deal.

Craig...

Anne.

I hold your hand in mine.

I feel it in my sleep.

I keep this moment with

me when I wake...

I keep this with me when I wake.

The only thing we have to lose

is

what we're already on our way to

losing.

If Anne here, or any of the

other patients

have a chance of waking up...

this is it.

And what is it, exactly?

A way back.

So where do we start?

We create a kind of...

no man's land of the Dreamscape.

And what's the risk?

Only that it's too powerful.

We'd be creating a delicate

ecosystem

of separate but coexisting

identities.

In theory, each patient should

restrain

themselves in their own unique

territory.

But there's no telling

how this world will evolve.

Whether varying dreamscapes

will overlap, or vie for

dominance.

These patients...

they're going to face their

worst fears...

the darkest corners of

the human psyche.

That can be difficult to escape.

But they also have a chance

to create the best version of

themselves.

Construct the life they always

wanted.

Or the life they let slip away.

It might be compelling enough...

that some would rather

stay than leave.

Then why leave?

I think most people,

given that choice...

would rather live a life of

painful truth

than comfortable lies.

At least...

that's my hope.

Mom.

Liam.

I'm home.