Authors: Robert T. Jeschonek
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The Dream Lord and the Stranger are seated at opposite ends of a long table, eating their dinner. The table is covered with plates of food, sumptuous delicacies and elaborate decorations. They are dressed as they were in the study.
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Dream Lord: So, what do you think?
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Stranger: A great many things, Kubla. I couldn't begin to unfurl them all now, though. It would be more, I fear, than you could comprehend.
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Dream Lord: I meant, what do you think of the meal?
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Stranger: I'm sorry, I misunderstood. My answer still applies, however.
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Dream Lord: What?
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Stranger: Did I lose you again? Please forgive me, Kubla, I get carried away. I simply mean that all food creates a host of thoughts in the eater.
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Stranger: There are many physical sensations from food, both pleasant and unpleasant. There are comparisons, to food you have eaten in the past. Foods invoke memories, feelings, even, sometimes, mystical experiences.
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Dream Lord: Did you like it, or not? That's all I want to know.
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Stranger: Is that
all
you want to know? Have you finally given up wondering who I am?
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Dream Lord: As a matter of fact, no. Have you finally decided to unveil yourself?
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Stranger: In answer to your question, Kubla...yes. Yes, I have enjoyed the dinner.
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Dream Lord: What's your problem? Why are you so evasive? If you have something to hide, then why have you brought yourself to my attention? Until now, I had no idea that you even existed.
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Stranger: Oh, yes you did.
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Dream Lord: What do you mean?
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Higgins (entering the dining hall behind the Dream Lord): Excuse me, Dream Lord sir. Is the wine satisfactory?
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Dream Lord (irritated, not expecting Riggins' question--or entrance): Of course it is, Riggins. If I had any qualms, you know I could correct them myself. The Bordeaux is fine.
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Riggins: Very good, sir.
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Dream Lord (turning back to the Stranger): Now, what were you saying about my knowing you before?
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Stranger: You're putting words in my mouth! I said no such thing!
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Dream Lord: Yes, you did. You said that I knew you existed, and...
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Stranger: So, tell me about yourself, Kubla. Who are you? Where do you come from?
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Dream Lord (quietly, subdued and angry): You know, this is beginning to annoy me
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Stranger: Now, Kubla, is that any way to behave with a guest? Innocently and openly, I inquired about your past...and you snap off like a turtle. Now why should I trust you with any of
my
secrets, hmmm?
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Dream Lord (still angry): Yes, you
are
a guest, aren't you? An
uninvited
guest, as I recall...perhaps unwelcome. Maybe, if you would confide your identity and purpose here, I would be more open as well.
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Stranger: I never submit to blackmail, Kubla. My secrets have
much
greater value than yours.
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Dream Lord: How so?
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Stranger: Oh, check your bluebook, Adams! The prices are all listed, and
mine
are much higher. You won't swindle me, you horse trader!
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Dream Lord (grim and threatening): Sid...maybe I should remind you. You're in
my
domain, now. If I tire of you, I can simply blink you away.
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Stranger (smiling, cocky): I'd like to see you
try
...sleepyhead.
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Closeup of the Dream Lord's stern, angry face. He looks nearly emotionless, but is boiling inside.
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Another, identical closeup of the Dream Lord, as he calls out.
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Dream Lord: Phelps? Come in here a moment, will you?
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Phelps (entering the chamber): Sir? Funny, your ears must have been burning! We were just now discussing you, and Marietta pointed out how wonderfully wise you are!
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Dream Lord: Oh, thank you, Phelps.
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Closeup of the Dream Lord's eyes, as he blinks.
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Dream Lord: By the way, I'm afraid we have to let you go, Phelps.
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Phelps (as he is consumed by a brilliant burst of energy--the Dream Lord's attempt to intimidate the Stranger with a show of force): Sir? Couldn't I just give you my two weeks' notice?
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Phelps is gone, leaving behind a pile of ash and a plume of smoke.
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Stranger (laughing uproariously): Ha ha ha! Excellent, Kubla! Such an intimidating display!
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Dream Lord: Now, I'll tell you my story. Yours will follow, I'm sure.
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Stranger (still giddy): Oh yes, of course, mighty one! Ha ha ha ha!
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Dream Lord: I'll conjure some images to help you follow along.
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Stranger: How magnanimous, Kubla! Will there be Dolby stereo sound as well?
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Dream Lord: My name is Emmett Adams, and I was born on Earth.
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The Dream Lord motions over his shoulder, and a swirl of mist appears. There is an opening in the center of the mist, where the scenes he describes are shown. The first scene is a baby (Adams) in a crib in a hospital viewing room, surrounded by other babies.
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Dream Lord: I was always quite intelligent, and grew up to become a researcher at UCLA, specializing in sleep disorders.
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The memory image shows Adams as a young man in a lab coat, carrying a clipboard and checking equipment in a lab.
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Dream Lord: The work fascinated me, and I gave it my total attention and devotion. Eventually, my efforts paid off: I came up with a device that could actually
tap into
people's dreams and project them
visually
on a screen!
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Stranger: Oh, really?
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The image this time shows Adams watching someone's dream on a big monitor screen. The subject of the monitoring sleeps on a couch beside him, with a strange apparatus strapped around his head.
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Dream Lord: It was an unprecedented
breakthrough!
I worked feverishly to conclude my experiments and perfect the mechanism. When I finally revealed the Dream Screen, I would become the most prestigious and sought-after scientist in the
world!
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Stranger: Not to mention the
wealthiest
, eh?
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The image shows Adams laboring over parts of a dismantled monitor, working late at night with a single light glowing over his bench.
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Dream Lord: Then, I was interrupted. Government agents stormed into my lab and dragged me and my equipment away. I was taken to Washington, D.C.
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Adams is hauled, kicking and screaming, from his lab. Agents tear apart his Dream Screen device behind him.
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Dream Lord: In a secret lab somewhere, my abduction was explained. The president of the United States was sick, submerged for
48 hours
in a deep sleep, nearly a
coma
. Nothing had been able to rouse him, and his life signs were growing steadily weaker. Doctors predicted he would
die
within a day.
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Stranger: Incredible! So they brought you to help?
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The image shows Adams talking with doctors over the President's comatose body.
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Dream Lord: Yes. They believed that the President was trapped in a
Gordian Nightmare
, a dream sequence which somehow took control of his mind and would not release it. The nightmare would have to be severed by someone other than the dreamer himself.
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The image shows the President's contorted, dreaming face.
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Dream Lord: That someone was me. The doctors and scientists planned to connect my Dream Screen to apparatus developed by something called
Project
Goodnight
. In this way, they hoped I could
enter
the President's nightmare and
release
him from his coma!
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Scientists fire a particle beam at Adams, who is dressed in a body suit studded with electrodes and devices.
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