I'm feeling a little better now. Must have been something I ate. Or didn't eat.
My dream about the space station was so good, I thought I'd try and make it happen. So I dashed off a quick movie outline, based on my fantasy, plus some of the details of my life, fictionalized to make me anonymous for now.
I don't really have $40 million to spare, and despite the fantasy, my visa card won't handle it. So I hatched a scheme to raise the money upfront. There is some risk that my idea will be stolen, but such is life.
I fire off a PG version to Disney and Sony studios, to their respective "idea" departments. Either of these companies could front the money of course, but it kind of spoils the story a bit. I warn them to be discreet as we wouldn't want NASA to get wind of it. We'll be dealing through the Russians of course, they don't care what you do as long as you pay.