I just awoke from an extraordinarily vivid dream. It was a movie in my head.
I was in a science fictional city full of busy sounds and shops, all quite colorful. People were walking around everywhere. There were tall buildings with balconies. It was like the Kodak Theatre complex in Hollywood, but taken farther.
On a huge screen McDonald's played a commercial of coffee being poured into a cup. But this was not regular coffee, it was coffee with swirls, strings and blotches of color. The colors danced and swirled in slow motion to glorious, captivating music.
The people watched in fascination from wherever they were. It was the greatest thing they had seen, a state of the art video.
On a balcony stood Nick Nolte watching the commercial. Long after it stopped, he stood there, sad and defeated. He was a movie director and he realized that nothing he had done, nothing he could do, would ever be as moving, as effective and as good as that video of a poured cup of coffee. All of his work trying to craft stories for the screen, trying to bring meaning and philosophy to movies, was a waste of time: people only wanted a colorful cup of coffee set to music.