I want my trippy dolphin ocean binder lady of the sea. I'm sick of the copyright.
Don't talk to me about dreaming dolphins of the sea in a bad motion picture with a 5 year old chibi dolphin farting on his girlfriend and calling his farts his companions if you ain't got the goods.
It doesn't look 3D. It looks like clay was mutated into a bad computer. It isn't a goofy weird movie. It's just stupid.
Stop sending "Daniel" the dolphin acidic visions with your Manta Ray "angels" who get too close. Unholy angels like that; kill yourself! This is the kinda junk that make many people believe Guardian Angels are real and I frankly don't think highly of those people and don't want to deal with it. I don't want to explain to a 98 year old grandma in the hospital her made up Guardian Angel who she dubbed Kelly is not real. God should be our only guardian. "Daniel" shouldn't be looking at the sun too long with his water pet pals in the hilarity of their adventure; they will go blind.
If a whirlpool started spitting at me and telling me in a ladies voice that I need to continue dreaming after I once had a dream my neighbour chopped off her son's toes because he was bouncing around too much, she read it in a magazine it was trendy, whether it was meant to be a joke or not in the magazine, it didn't matter. I still had visions of blood and knifes all night. You too would start to be upset. Do you dream ocean lady? Half of my dreams make me squeamish and wish I wasn't.
Stop giving us this worldly over played message of "follow your dreams" because I don't want to. If I followed my dreams I wouldn't be watching this monstrosity and would be living in a lap of luxury and probably very cool and the opposite of what you'd think a dream worth having would be.
I want my dolphin ocean binder. I want "Daniel" to grow up. I want that seducing Manta Ray harpooned into the ocean fart befriending chubster. I want the time you stole from me with that awkward panting sequence that would probably make a twelve year old think we approve of that psychological torture the elite probably pull. We want a cozy family friendly film not panting and words like, "Who's the master now." No more; leave the kids alone. Psychological hard wiring where our only defense is to make fun of it and seize control through the same means. We get it; they're dripping wet. I want my binder.
Based on the movie "The Dolphin Story 0f A Dreamer".