I was hired to write a comedy screenplay, and I had to work with Fed Willard. Normally I don't think the guy is funny. He's one of those actors who is a fixture semi-personality, but you can't ever remember what he did originally to be famous. I mostly remember him from the Christopher Guest films, where somebody had the idea to let him be his cheesy self and just recontextualize his horrid humor so that it becomes funny.

We met once and he was an ass.

He wanted to do fake documentry of a fake reality TV show, that was pretending to be real.

I locked myself in a room to come up with concepts. I thought if one, and the dream shifted and I was on it.

I was in some middle eastern city and a building had been blown up. I was with another group of Americans, in some sort of walled compound. We were playing reality TV style games, the only one I remember clearly was fishing for sets of keys in a murky pond.
I made it through 3 rounds before the key I found was not what they wanted. My name was read off and I was eliminated. Then I was lined up for my ceremonial beheading.

I managed to escape through a hole int he compound wall and I was desperately looking for the American Embassy. The city looked like New York for one block, and then some ancient world middle eastern city the next. I think this is how I secretly imagine places like Bahgdad.

When I found the embassy it was like a train station and I had to wait in line with other Americans who reporting their own close-beheading situations. By the time I got to the counter ther very sexy clerks were offering me Sprite, which was cool cause I was parched.