Mr. Sandman Read Free

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    Dream Lord (casually to the singing cowboy): Hello, Gene.
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    Gene: Howdy, Dream Lord.
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    Dream Lord: This is very interesting, Riggins. I never expected anything like this.
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    Riggins: Belt, sir?
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    Dream Lord unhooks his belt to hand it to Riggins, as they continue walking.
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    Dream Lord: This could be the start of something big.
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    Riggins: Quite. Your trousers, sir?
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    Page 8 (7 panels)
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    Page 8 panel 1
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    Throughout the following scenes, there is a narrative similar to that at the beginning of the story. The words should again be set off in a box, colored differently from the boxes enclosing the first narrative. This same approach will be used through the entire mini-series, at different points--demonstrating how people on Earth are getting impressions of the Dream Lord's experiences in the Dream Zone, and are describing them as if they were their personal dreams and visions.
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    Narrator: Dear Diary: Today was very terrible again. I do not know how long I can stand this miserable job or this place. They won't leave me alone.
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    Medium shot of a dowdy girl, in her mid-20's, with big glasses, rushing around with plates in a crummy diner. She is dressed in a garish, typical waitress' uniform. The diner is full of rough, noisy guys, sitting at tables to laugh and shout at her.
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    Narrator: The men come in to eat every day, and they're awful. They tease me and grab me and get me in trouble with the boss. He hates me and makes me work harder than anyone there. Now, I have two strikes, and he says if I get one more, I'm out the door.
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    The waitress is getting screamed at by her hard-headed boss.
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    Narrator: Nobody here likes me. The people on the pier just sneer at me and laugh because I'm ugly. I should've stayed home, but nobody likes me there, either.
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    Show the girl, out of waitress uniform, sitting on a bench on an amusement pier.
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    Narrator: Yesterday was so bad, after work I ran out to the beach and cried. It was warm that night, though, and nobody was around, so I fell asleep in the sand after a while.
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    The girl is crying on a beach.
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    Narrator: While I slept, I had a strange dream, and it has inspired me...
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    Closeup of the girl's tear-streaked face, as she sleeps on the sand.
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    Large panel--the girl is now on the sidelines, a voice interpreting events she senses in the Dream Zone.
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    There is a tall, slim, very handsome man with dark hair, and he stands in an elaborately-decorated room. It is the Dream Lord's study, and the man is the stranger. The man has a convivial, bemused look on his face as he waits for his host. He glances around at the paintings on the walls, the sculpture, the many rare books.
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    Narrator: I dreamed there was a handsome man, waiting in a beautiful, big room.
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    The man turns his head and sees the Dream Lord enter, off-panel.
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    Narrator: He was waiting for me.
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    Stranger: Hello, Dream Lord.
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    Page 9 (9 panels)
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    Page 9 panel 1
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    The Dream Lord appears. His costume is gone, and he is dressed in a shimmering black tuxedo. The Stranger is wearing a dark blue business suit, very tidy but not as fancy as the tux.
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    Dream Lord: Mr. Ronald Duck, I presume?
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    Stranger: The very same. Though names can, of course, be deceiving. Some of us appear more bird-like than others at the moment.
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    Dream Lord: Ah, the penguin suit. I suppose I am somewhat overdressed.
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    Stranger: If you say so. However, etiquette has little meaning in a dream, I should think.
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