**INT. - DREAM SEQUENCE - A BRIGHT, SUNLIT STREET - DAY** Close on the sparkling droplets of water that dance in the air, reflecting the sun like tiny prisms. We pan down to REI, a skinny, androgynous young man with an angelic face and an impish grin. Rei, despite his boyish looks, carries a flirty aura around him. He playfully bites his lip as he looks directly at an unseen observer, as if they are the only two in the universe. Rei is wearing a pair of cut-off daisy dukes--frayed edges kissing the tops of his slender thighs--leaving little to imagination as they hang unbuttoned. Cowboy boots embrace his feet, and a short-sleeve shirt is tied up in a knot just below his flat chest, hinting at his toned midriff. He starts sponging the car with sensuous, circular movements. **REI** (in a playful, singsong voice) Oh, you're such a dirty car, aren't you? A classic rock tune hums in the background, syncopated with the rhythmic squeaking of the sponge against the red, glossy muscle car. Rei's movements are exaggerated and sultry, more akin to a dance than a chore. His long, slender fingers grasp a hose and he sprays the car, the water arching through the air, leaving rainbows in its wake. **REI** (coyly, to the car) I'll make you shine like the brightest star... The mix of suds and water spiral down the contours of the car, catching on the curves like a lover's touch. Rei leans over the hood, stretching to reach the center, his shirt pulling tight across his back. Everything is deliberate, each motion an invitation, a tease in this surreal vignette. In the street around him, the world is a vibrant stage--the colors too vivid, the sounds too crisp. Time seems to stretch and contract with every breath he takes. An audience of vibrant, dream-like characters stop and stare, entranced by the performance. The sun gleams off the freshly-washed car as Rei stands back, admires his work, and winks at the camera. **REI** And just like that... you're the hottest ride in town. He plants a theatrical kiss on the car's shiny surface, the scene almost too intimate, flirtatious to an almost absurd degree. **SUDDEN CUT TO:** **INT. REI'S BEDROOM - MORNING** Rei's eyes flutter open, the image of the sparkling red muscle car fresh in his mind. The sultry music and vibrant atmosphere of the dream-world are replaced by the mundane buzz of an alarm clock and the soft morning light filtering through the window. Rei sits up abruptly, brushing a hand through his tousled hair, a look of bewilderment on his youthful face. He looks down at his still-too-ordinary pajamas, then around his average, unremarkable room. He lets out a chuckle, half-amused and half-relieved, shaking his head at the absurdity of his own subconscious. **REI** (muttering to himself) What kind of a dream was that, huh? Slowly, Rei swings his legs over the bed, the remnants of his dream's flirty energy still coursing through him. With a playful twinkle still in his eye, he stands and stretches, ready to face whatever less colorful reality has in store for him. **FADE OUT.**