Part 1
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ACT 3
INT. KIM’S HOUSE - KIM’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Kim wakes up, laying on her bed. She looks around without moving and sees nothing.
KIM:
That was weird.
She rolls over. The man is sitting on her BEDSIDE TABLE, holding an ICE PACK to his head.
MAN:
Passing out? Isn’t it though?
Kim screams and falls out of the bed, trying to get away from him.
CAT (O.S.):
Kim, calm down. It’s all right.
Kim looks down, sees the cat, and screams again.
MAN:
(shouting over Kim’s screaming)
Can you shut her up please? This is my very first headache and I’d like to suffer in peace.
Kim stumbles into a corner of her room and sinks into a fetal position, with her knees drawn up to her forehead. She rocks slightly, crying. The cat rubs against her legs.
CAT:
Kim?
Kim flinches away.
KIM:
I’m dreaming, that’s all. I’m dreaming.
The man snorts and shifts the ice on his head.
MAN:
I’d know if this were a dream, Kim-kim. I am one after all.
CAT:
(hissing)
Will you shut up, please?
MAN:
Ooh, save me from the kitty!
Kim raises her head, tears glistening in her eyes.
KIM:
(to cat)
What’s going on? Please… What’s happening?
CAT:
Remember the dream you had last night?
FLASH of Kim’s dream: the two cardboard boxes, Dream Kim and the cat.
CAT:
By choosing the box that you did, you ejected all the dreams in your head.
KIM:
What?
MAN:
You gave us the boot. That dream and the choice you made kicked us all out. And thanks, by the way. I’ve always wanted to know what getting my brains kicked out felt like and I can’t feel that in there.
Somehow, he says it in a way that sounds sincere rather than sarcastic.
KIM:
Wait… So you’re a dream? But Bubby, I remember adopting you from the shelter. You’re definitely not just in my head.
MAN:
No, that’s the point! We’re not in your head!
CAT:
(ignoring the man)
I’m not your pet cat. He’s probably hiding somewhere, scared out of his wits.
Now the cat looks at the man.
MAN:
Hey, don’t look at me!
Kim straightens a little.
KIM:
If you’ve hurt him, I swear-
MAN:
(feigning fear)
Ooh, I’m so scared of you…
CAT:
(interrupting them)
We’re dreams, Kim. We both are. We’re physical manifestations of your dreams.
Kim is silent a moment, then faints again. The man looks at her in disgust.
MAN:
What a wuss. I can’t believe that I came out of her head.
CAT:
I dunno. It might explain why you aren’t so scary?
MAN:
(low)
Not so scary? You have no idea just how terrifying I can be, pussy cat. Got it?
The cat cowers a little.
CAT:
Got it.
The man seems to consider something, then regards Kim, who is still slumped over unconscious in the corner, almost tenderly.
MAN:
Actually, thinking about it, I should be flattered. After all, being her carried dream, I’m responsible for shaping her, right?
He goes and crouches in front of her, brushing the hair from her face.
MAN:
I’ve taught her how to fear.
Kim stirs, opening her eyes.
MAN:
Hi there. By the way, you can call me Ted.
END OF ACT 3
ACT 4
INT. KIM’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT
Kim sits at the kitchen table, her ehad in her hands. The cat sits on the table, next to her head. Ted takes a MUG out of the microwave. He sets it on the table near Kim. She eyes it skeptically.
TED:
Drink it. It’s good for you.
KIM:
How do I know you haven’t poisoned it?
TED:
I’m your dream. You die, so do I.
KIM:
You could just be a deranged burglar.
TED:
Well… I’m not.
KIM:
Which is why I can’t find my phone or keys.
He grins at her.
TED:
You ain’t seen nothing yet, toots.
He extends a hand in her direction and she flinches away, standing up. But he is only picking up the mug and taking a swallow. A white line is left on his upper lip and he licks it away.
TED:
Ah. I loves me the warm milk. Now, sit down and drink up. I’m tired of the hysterics.
Kim sits down and picks up the mug, but does not drink . Instead, she peers in at its contents for a moment, then sets it back down.
KIM:
Okay, let me get this straight. You guys say that all my dreams were kicked out. I know I’ve had more than two dreams in my lifetime.
TED:
True that. Tens, maybe hundreds, of thousands, all of whom have been booted out into this unforgiving world in a new physical form.
He sits in a chair and puts his hands behind his head comfortably.
TED:
It’s not cool, let me tell you. Some of them probably died from the shock, so the number’s a bit less.
Kim puts her hand over her mouth. Tears shine in her eyes.
TED:
Please don’t tell me you’re in denial. It’s really frustrating talking to someone who’s in denial.
KIM:
No, I just… You sound so cold.
CAT:
Yeah. He’s a regular heartless bastard.
Ted glares at the cat, who ignores him and begins to lap at the milk.
TED:
Well how am I supposed to sound? I’m not used to this physical form thing myself. And incidentally, why do you care? You’re the one who dreamed the dream that kicked them out in the first place. What did you think was going to happen?
KIM:
It was just a dream.
Ted leans over the table seriously.
TED:
(low)
It’s never just a dream. Especially to us dreams.
Kim shrinks back.
KIM:
(meekly)
I didn’t know.
TED:
Now you do.
He shoos the cat away from the mug and drinks from it himself. Another white line is left on his lip, but this time he does not wipe it away.
TED:
So what you need to do now is figure out how to get us back in your head.
KIM:
How do I do that?
The cat looks at Ted, who grins, the white line still on his upper lip.
TED:
I’ve got a plan.
FADE OUT
END OF ACT 4
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