The Guest from Canis Minor

I wonder, who my Puppetmaster may be in this reality; he's always operating behind the scenes, and will remain there until it's 'Game Over'. It doesn't matter much more to me, I've basically tired of Unknown adventures, I just want to figure my life out, but of course that's the minute things become ultimately more complex, definitively unclear, but it's a constant battle, I've had a hard time surrendering. I was told to plan out my entire life, and didn't do so with much success. Then, I'll wait for someone to bring up something, and then I'll go back home, and then what? I don't know... something, though. 

Watching Rabbit Hole, I thought about something, I should write a play. I want to write a play about the old consuming the young; a play about a reality that I and the members of my family cling on to still, after all the years that have transpired. The play will be told from the perspective of my dead dog, who no longer has a body, but is the omniscient narrator from another dimension, who came back as a ghost to see the state of our family after being dead for two months, the equivalent of a 10-year journey from where she's from. She is a male in her new-found reality, and it will be told in 1st person, with asides to the audience and dialogue, featuring flashbacks and flash-forwards. I think a play is more accessible to someone like me, because in Creative Writing workshops, I was always told my strength was dialogue. Well, time to flesh out this idea, and write working title, "The Guest from Canis Minor".