When You Have a Dream —— Comment on The Dreamer

Have you ever had a situation where your brain doesn't know where you are wandering when you are doing something?

I often do it, especially when I do something purely mindless, such as running, walking, washing dishes mechanically, and sometimes even reading books.

I used to think that maybe women are naturally good at drama, so it is easy to immerse themselves in their own mind drama, no matter how absurd it is, it only happens in their own mind and has nothing to do with others.

But when the play was put on the big screen and everyone could see it-without ridicule, I could understand it so deeply.

Walter, the protagonist of daydreaming, is a film processor who is often confused in everyone's eyes. Every time the drama in his mind begins, he is confused in the eyes of others-the symptom is to be in a daze and say nothing, unless he is moved, he seems to have been in a daze-as if people with mental activities higher than their limbs are always like this, just like me.

If daydreaming is one of the manifestations of dreamers, then I really want to ask a question-I don't know who to ask or myself-what is our real dream?

Walter became a film data processor. He can always find the most beautiful and representative film from many films, so he became the designated collaborator of the great photographer in 16 years-although neither of them was really masked in 16 years-and he has handled millions of films and never lost a single one.

It seems that finding beauty has always been his job, but I don't know if this is his dream.

The accident happened at the age of 17, and his father died. He cut off the handsome punk head cut by his father, found a job allowance in his father's pizza shop of the same name, put the "travel notebook" given by his father at the bottom of the box, and gave up his dream of traveling around the world.

In the film, because he couldn't find the designated negative film anywhere, he embarked on a journey to find a photographer, or more precisely, to find his dream: plane trip, helicopter driven by a drunk driver, jumping into the sea, fighting with sharks, going to the scene of volcanic eruption, handsome skateboarding trip, climbing snow-capped mountains, airport prison ... I couldn't tell whether it really happened or another day.

The negative was found in the wallet given to him by the photographer-after walking around, we always found that what we were looking for was right in front of us. This is the most classic scene in the film and television drama. Maybe life is like this, but none of us dare to be so sure of ourselves unless we go outside for such a walk-there is no comparison, and we really can't find it.

Except for unemployment, it seems that the ending is beautiful, and beauty is beautiful. The content of the negative film is that I-the most beautiful one was myself-experienced the reality that my dream never came true. Once my dream came true, Walter's daydream never seemed to happen again, so the dream still exists and always has its own way of realization-either in reality or in a dream.

Apart from the beautiful natural scenery, the most touching scene actually happened when Walter turned to look for a photographer on the snowy mountain. Armed photographers hid in the snow-capped mountains to photograph a legendary snow leopard-commonly known as a ghost cat-but when the ghost cat really appeared, the photographer did not photograph it. Sometimes, he said, I don't shoot everything. The most beautiful moment is the moment you see-photos can't truly record all the beauty, and there are always some that can only stay in your brain and eyes.

I suddenly thought of the sunset I saw recently-I feel that I have never seen so many sunsets in the past so many years, gorgeous and beautiful, orange, pink, mist, lavender, all kinds of places, but I have never really left such beauty in a photo. The beauty of nature lies in its irregularity and uncertainty, and it cannot be completely preserved.

The photographer and Walter feel like two sides of the same person. Their understanding of beauty is surprisingly consistent. The only difference is that one is to actually shoot and record the beauty in reality, and the other is to look at the beauty in the studio and perform the scene of the beauty-seeking journey in your mind. When the two of them really meet in reality, this person is truly complete.

Finally, I was deeply moved by the ending song. Just like at the moment, in the office station, I am wearing headphones, while riding "Leave a Way", while knocking on the above review-this is probably because I have been writing reviews for a long time, which is more serious. In fact, I seldom record the whole article so completely. It's still a movie-I can record many points that touched me-there are still many things I haven't written in this movie, such as the relationship between Walter and his mother and sister, the mutual affection between Walter and his crush, and the advancement of the plot. Maybe these warm fragments didn't touch me more than dreams.

As a matter of fact, I am a visionary myself. I don't know if I will meet such an opportunity to really realize my dream-before that, maybe I need to be more clear about what my dream is.