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Lord: Even dreams need rules, though. I should know, after all. I had no idea what to expect from you, so I felt I should put my best foot forward. We get few visitors here of your nature, Mister...Duck, is it?
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    Stranger: Yes, "Duck." My friends call me Ron.
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    Dream Lord: Oh, I see. Well, Ron, welcome to...
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    Stranger: You may call me Sid .
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    Closeup of his handsome, pleasant, seemingly-menaceless face.
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    The Dream Lord is still in a silly mood, enjoying a strange new game, unaware of any deeper level.
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    Dream Lord: Very well. Sid it is! Perhaps, I shall soon be able to call you Ron.
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    Stranger: Or another name, yes. We'll see.
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    Narrator: The man and I talked and laughed. He was handsome and clever, and I had a great time!
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    Dream Lord: Anyway, welcome to Castle Dream Lord! Or, the Dream Base, if you like.
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    Stranger: Ah, then you must be Kubla!
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    Dream Lord (puzzled): Excuse me?
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    Stranger (reciting a poem): "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan/a stately pleasure dome decree/Where Alph, the sacred river, ran/Through caverns measureless to man/Down to a sunless sea."
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    Dream Lord: I'm afraid I still don't follow you.
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    Stranger: It's a poem , Adams! "Kubla Khan" by Coleridge. Don't tell me you've never heard it before! It's quite famous.
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    Dream Lord: No, I'm sorry. I haven't.
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    Stranger: Of course, I forgot! You're a scientist , aren't you? Or you were. Generally, textbooks and bar graphs don't quote extensively from Coleridge. You really should read it sometime, though, expand your horizons. It's quite good.
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    Wide shot of Dream Lord and the Stranger standing in center of the study. Emphasize the hugeness of the room, and its opulence.
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    Stranger (reciting again): "So twice five miles of fertile ground! With walls and towers girdled round! And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree." Heady stuff, Adams. It fits the mood here, wouldn't you say?
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    Dream Lord (suspiciously, the novelty of the visitor's game slowly wearing off): Who are you?
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    Stranger: Not only that, Adams...not only that , but the poem was called "A vision in a dream." The author purported to have written it while deep in a drugged sleep. I think maybe he was tuned in to something, something he didn't understand.
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    Stranger: Wouldn't it be funny, Adams, wouldn't it be comical , if he was tuned in to you ? Ha ha ha ha ha!
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    Narrator: He had a wonderful sense of humor.
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    Dream Lord (pretending to be amused): Ha ha! That is a funny idea, isn't it? I have to admit, though...you have me intrigued. Where are you from, exactly?
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    Stranger: Aren't you going to offer me a drink?
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    Dream Lord: Of course. What would you like?
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    Stranger: What've you got?
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    Dream Lord: You name it. Everything.
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    Stranger: Oh, good. I'll take one of those. On the rocks, please, and a twist.
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    Dream Lord: Uh...you want everything?
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    Stranger: Oh yes. All the time.
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    Stranger: Shaken nicely, of course.
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    Dream Lord: Hmm. Just give me a minute. I'm not used to pouring everything into a single glass.
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    Stranger: Yes, that could be a problem. Do you need help?
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    Dream Lord (manifesting a tall glass, creating the drink): I'm the Dream Lord! How could you help