Apparently, I wrote a script in 1997. I found it while cleaning out some storage today. It has ‘An original screenplay by [me]’, © by [me], and a Writers Guild of America West number on it.
It’s 30 pages. The first 28 pages are in script format. The last two pages are the rest of the story, single-spaced. The story is about a hapless girl whose dreams, while she is dreaming them, become reality. She is lured into a secret government project that is trying to enhance people’s psychic abilities so that they can carry out espionage and assassinations in corpus, while the dreamer is safely locked away in a research facility. (IOW, the dreamer is in two places at once.) There’s a guy who breaks into a secure data library to steal information on the project. (In a previous life, I worked for a government contractor so I knew the kind of security involved in… certain projects.) The guy sells information to a hacker whose mission is to expose secret government projects he finds immoral. It would be nice if I had written the rest of the script, the description of which is on the last two pages. But the story is there, anyway.
Since I have no idea how to sell it, get an agent, or any of that, and since it’s not the kind of film my friends would make, I guess it will wind up back in a box. Too bad I didn’t do anything with it 20 years ago. ISTR there’s a recent movie where agents get into people’s dreams, and the Hacker With A Mission sounds a bit like Wikileaks.