Before I begin what some would call a crazy and irrational thing to do, I would like to say, in my defense, that taking risks and doing things that others deem “crazy” or “irrational” is often what leads to success and great invention. What others think of my actions and words matters to me not. Anyone wishing to criticize anything I do or say can suck it.
Hi, David.
Do you put any stock into the idea that everything happens for a reason? I do. Too many things, have I experienced, to deny the possibility, and likelihood, that we are all connected, and that the things that happen to establish and strengthen our links to each other are not simply coincidence. The only reason I’ve decided to finally write and publish this open letter is because of a dream I had a couple of nights ago, and I’d like to tell you about it.
Mind you, my dreams are always strange, even the seemingly ordinary dreams are unusual in someway; this dream is no different. As with most dreams, though, a lot of the details are lost to my subconscious. To the best of my abilities, this is how it went…
The Dream
In a very rundown house, (a reoccurring theme with certain buildings in my dreams), you and I are with a small group of nameless, faceless other people exploring the house while avoiding the many holes in the rotting wood floors, unstable staircases and the crumbling walls and ceilings. It’s nighttime and it must be cold because you are wearing a winter coat, the really puffy kind, which I think was either red or blue with black sleeves, and you had on a scarf, maybe green. As we’re all creeping about, looking around, (something makes me want to say that we were ghost-hunting), you start doing the whole “flirty-flirty, chasey-chasey” thing with me, grab me in a reverse hug and… I don’t know. I think we kissed, but I’m not sure.
Next thing I know, we’re outside in another smaller, rundown building on what I assume is the same property, only this building is somewhat open to the elements because of it’s dilapidated state. Windows have fallen out, frames and all, there is no door and one side has caved in slightly, letting moonlight spill into pools on the dirt floor. We’re standing in this building and all of the sudden you have your d*** in your hands, then you’re rubbing it on my face! I wasn’t even on my knees and I don’t think you are that much taller than me, so, how that is possible, I’m not certain. Weird, right? And it’s not over yet!
So that scene fades into one that takes place in a mall parking lot, not any mall that I recognize right away; however, I have been to several malls around the country, including a few around Long Island, so it is not outside the realm of possibility that I have actually seen this place. Moving on… It is overcast and cool, but you no longer have on the winter coat that you had on before. We are with another group of faceless, nameless people that is dispersing into smaller groups and separate cars. As I am getting into the car with my group, I remember that you and I haven’t exchanged contact info yet. I hurry over to the car you are about to slide into, smile and say something like, “hey, I need to be able to get in touch with you later,” to which you reply…
That’s when the dream faded into my waking life, but from what I can piece together from the bits I can still see through the fuzzy memory still lingering in my brain, you implied that I could get your number from someone in my group. It is motions, mostly, that I see, your arm waving as you get into the car and a nod towards the car I was about to climb into.
So… Yeah… That’s the dream that inspired me to actually write this letter. Totally strange and yet so ordinary, I don’t think it’s the first dream of mine that you’ve appeared in, but it will be the only one that I remember until it happens again. I think it was your d*** in my face that really burned it into my brain. The thing is… At least one of my actual sleeping dreams has happened in real life. I recognized the moment right away too because I felt the same way I did in the dream, not to mention a little dizzy and confused. One particular part of this dream involving you that I have described… It felt the same way as the other… I’ll let you figure out which particular part that it was…
And Then There Was Kevin Bacon…
We actually have a mutual acquaintance, David. Several years ago I was managing a “mom and pop” video store in another small town here in Kansas when a friend of mine from Pennsylvania told me that he “sorta knew” you. This was after I told him about an idea that I have for a science fiction web-series. He called you up one day, and via the internet, via my friend on the phone with you, we joked about you getting lei’d on your Hawaii trip, in reference to an appearance you made on Jimmy Kimmel, and he told you about this web-series idea of mine. Remember? Apparently, you really liked the idea, but I am under no illusions that I am so extraordinary a person that a busy comedian/actor/writer such as yourself would remember such a brief moment in the past.
Connecting the Dots and Other Fun Activities
One thing I am always open about is my faith in the idea that everything happens for a reason, included in that philosophy is my theory that life is like connect the dots. We are all connected in someway, but even before my friend told me that he knew you, David, I felt the link connecting you and I. It is my thought that everyone “vibrates” certain energies that attract and pull us towards the people we should meet, and these “vibes” that we all emit constantly from birth to death, if we are receptive to them, can help us to recognize the people to whom we are most closely linked and also help open our eyes to the significance of even the smallest of events. And all of these people, and all of these events are just vibrating dots that we have to draw lines to and conclusions from to figure our own sh** out.
A rough illustration of what "Vibes" look like and how they work.
I am very receptive to these vibrations. Give me a picture, give me a voice, give me a face-to-face meeting with someone, but in less than five minutes the vibes tell me everything I need to know about a person in order to make a decision about how involved I would like them to be in my life, or if I have any decision at all in the matter. Some people are awesome to meet and others, not so much, but I always learn something from the “vibrating dot people” that bounce into my little corner of the world and I always recognize the most significant. Always.
From birth we connect with the people who help us connect the dots...
Sounds crazy and delusional, I know, but I accepted the fact that I am quite mad a long time ago. After thirty-one years and a few months of life on this planet, I no longer care if people question my sanity. I question my mental state on a daily basis so others are more than welcome to do the same.
You, David Cross, are one of my “vibrating dot people”, so is our mutual acquaintance, as are all of the people that I keep closest to me. This is the conclusion that I have come to and I’m fairly confident in my assessment of the signs I have been shown. Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong and maybe the aliens will invade Earth tomorrow – I ultimately do not know anything for certain except for the fact that someday we’re all going to die. The ideas about life that I choose to have faith in are ideas in which I find the most comfort so that may live a more peaceful existence until my time on Earth has expired.
We’re All Mad Here…
Lost in Wonderland, I am, forever, wandering through the Tulgey Wood surrounded by nonsense-spouting scapegoats, and riddle-spewing kings cause everything and nothing, but confusion and chaos in my mind, and in my soul I can feel the abstract meaning of it all click into place; while the men sleep in teapots, mice are incapable of reconstruction and that is absolute nonsense to me. – Melissa J. Corley – a poem I wrote just now.
Maybe I am crazy for putting all of this out into the world in the hopes that you’ll see it and respond, but I’m not the only crazy person on the planet. I’m just crazy enough to own up to it and admit it. A friend of mine tells me that I’m not crazy, that I’m just too sane to ignore the world, but I think we’re all insane. First and foremost, I am a poet, and “all poets are mad,” but all around I am a visionary with a wild imagination and I have no fear of who I am, only fear that people will get the wrong idea about me.
Make no mistake about it, though I may be certifiable, I am not unintelligent. I see how the world works and while I may let my mind wander wherever it pleases most of the time, I am a very rational, reasonable, logical person. I really am an idealistic realist, a dreamer with her head in the stars and her feet on the ground. Just like Alice, who drank from the bottle on faith, I ended up too big for the small box in which I was contained, then, again, just like Alice, when I figured the way out of the box, I find that I’m too small, trapped inside a bottle, drifting into a new reality on the waves of my own tears. Or something like that.
A Modest Proposal
So the whole point of this open letter is this: I know that you’re a busy guy, you’ve got your own things to do, your own projects to complete. I understand that, but I have some really good ideas… Really. Good. Ideas. I’ve seen my ideas become reality in the past, but not because I had anything to do with it, and if this one idea that I have, not the webseries, but this one idea… If it slips away from me… I’m gonna be so mad… And probably still, so broke. And that will happen if I do not start doing something now and I firmly believe that if I am to make this certain idea of mine a reality, that you should be involved because you are a guy who thinks ahead of his time, just like I am a girl who thinks ahead of mine; we’re both intelligent, rational, creative people with a great sense of humour and that makes people like us special. The humour.
I see the future, David Cross, not totally clearly, but I can see it. More appropriately, I can feel it. It’s not all good either and not nearly as cool as you would think. It’s probably why I’m bat-s*** crazy. And it gets worse the older I get…
So, if you’re like me and not afraid to take risks and do crazy things… you should email me, then we need to talk on the phone and when I finally get the script I’m currently writing sold, when I can afford to fly myself up to New York – we should meet in person. I have friends up there, one in particular that I’d like to see and haven’t seen since I was last in NY in January of 2001, so it won’t be a trip that’s all about meeting you. I’m not a stalker. I don’t really want you to put your d*** in my face.
Sincerely,
Melissa J. Corley
melissajcorley@gmail.com
(Crudely drawn Paint illustrations by Melissa J. Corley)
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