THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS

Synopsis
THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS

An unhappy middle aged man never dealt with his childhood. He was taught to have low self-esteem. He faced many cruel and abusive physical and mental actions on the part of many, not only as a child but as a teen and young adult. His well intentioned but misguided religious teachings taught him profound guilt that lasted a lifetime. He blacked out these influences in his conscious being. But they flourished in his subconscious throughout his life. He traveled a winding path tainted by the footsteps of the past. He sought happiness and acceptance but rarely did he find it. The moments of happiness were fleeting. Not understanding, he turned to alcohol to numb his pain. Alcohol became his best friend and his worst enemy.

When he reached middle age, he met a woman. Not just any woman. She would become the love of his life; the center of his universe, the woman he got down on his knees to thank God for putting in his life. An entire lifetime of pain was lifted with her first kiss. In the end she told him: "You never loved me". She was so wrong. He did. The truth is that he never loved himself. Cancer taught him to never give up. It is a fantastic story of one man's love. It's ending is as magnificent as The Woman of His Dreams.

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Until now, I was writing a screenplay. Now I am writing a book that will be adapted to a screenplay. Good storytelling in book form is more complicated than I originally thought. The book is being vastly expanded upon in every area so it can stand on it's own.

Numerous print, video, and film options will be pursued. Believe it or not, the hardest part (worldwide tv distribution) may be the easiest part but I can't elaborate at this time. It will be submitted to Sundance's workshops, university drama departments, and when complete to independent studios, and agents. We're recruiting artists in the Toronto area, and film students to assist in various aspects of the screenplay.

EXCERPT:

My hand reached out to her. Her hand met mine. The blood raced through my veins. I could feel my own pulse. We both walked faster and faster hand in hand until we got to her car. She turned around. I put my arms around her and hers around me. I looked at her beautiful face. As our faces got closer, I could feel the warmth of her body. Her scent got stronger and stronger. I smelled her perfume. Our lips touched for the very first time. I tasted her lipstick. We kissed. Each of our tongues took turns feeling the others. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. My heart was racing faster and faster. Of all the time I have spent on this planet, that one moment in time knows no comparison. Nothing even comes close. Couples were walking by and talking about us kissing in the moonlight. We didn’t care. It was an experience beyond anything I have ever known. We held each tighter and tighter. I tasted her saliva and she mine. I was literally in a hypnotic trance. I had no way of judging time but I suspect our first kiss lasted five minutes or more. I wanted it to last forever but she gently moved her head back to look in my eyes. She swallowed. She said nothing. She later told me she took that second to see if it was real. She felt the same as I did. Then we kissed and kissed some more. Words can not adequately describe the feelings that I felt at that moment. Five minutes later she moved her lips from mine. She could barely speak. She softly whispered: "I have to get up in four hours". We kissed over and over again and again. Then we both just looked at each other. I removed one hand and gently ran my fingers through her hair. Slowly she removed one hand and ran her fingers across my chest. Staring back and forth between my chest and my eyes. She whispered: "I really have to go. This was only our first kiss. Would it be our last"?