First, drop some acid. First, be a schizophrenic. But, first, don’t sleep for 48 hours. And, first, have a dream like many of mine: indescribable, walking the intersection of mad and dull, unrestrained while being deeply constrained.
Then make a movie. You may get something like The Forbidden Room (2015), a feast for the slightly crazed eye, as the film shifts palettes and then melts; a maddening puzzle for the lover of plot and action; a beckoning finger for those who adore the mythic figure, the mythos, and the palm of the god who holds them in their hands.
But it’s more fun with a friend, especially when they try to walk away in frustration and you have to drag them back bodily to finish the epic marathon. Because this can be a mountain, if your temperament so dictates, worthy of cramps, ropes, frenzied breathing, and the random ruined friendship.
Enjoy it. Or not.