Mr. Sandman (23 page)

Bogeyman: There'll be no
next
 time!  Do it
now
!  Pretty please, mighty Zeus--unmatchable King Kubla Khan!  I'm
beside
 myself with torrid suspense, agog for the spectacular
finale
--the apocalyptic coup de grace!  And you simply
can't
disappoint my guests!

 

Page 23 panel 5

 

Bogeyman: Come on, maestro, don't let us
down!
See if you can kill me
again!!
What have you got to
lose?
You've already murdered
once!!

 

 

 

Page 23 panel 6

 

Dream Lord (walking toward the door with Lullaby): I'll be back. Don't wait up.

 

Bogeyman (off-panel): Kubla! Adams, you don't
dare
leave!

 

 

 

Page 23 panel 7

 

Dream Lord and Lullaby walk off down the hall of the castle, heading outside. Bogeyman frets and quivers behind them, insulted and angry that his toys have not performed as he wanted them to.

 

Bogeyman: Get back here! You party-poop! Wet blanket! Not only did you
murder
me, but now you've ruined my
get-together!

 

 

 

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Bogeyman (furious now, screaming and looking demonic):
Dream Lord!!
I told you to come here!!

 

Lullaby (off-panel): Hey, Bogeycreep..

 

 

 

Page 23 panel 9

 

Medium shot of the Dream Lord striding through the hall. Behind him, Lullaby has turned, and jabs her middle finger in the air at the Bogeyman. She smiles impishly as she delivers the Bronx cheer.

 

 

 

 

Page 24 (7
panels)

 

Page 24 panel 1

 

Wide shot of the Dream Lord and Lullaby flying up and away from the Bogeyman's Disney-esque castle. All around, the sky is still black, the land tangled with dead, scraggly brush.

 

Dream Lord: Stacy...

 

Lullaby: What?

 

 

 

Page 24 panel 2

 

Dream Lord and Lullaby soar, side by side, through the dark, roiling skies over the corrupted fields of the Dimension below.

 

Dream Lord: Thank you. You were right.

 

Lullaby: Well, hey--I knew you couldn't tackle that jerk right now. You were in sad shape, bucko.

 

 

 

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Dream Lord: No. I mean I think you might really
be
my guardian angel.

 

Lullaby (a little embarrassed at the praise and affection): Oh.

 

 

 

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Lullaby (recovering her sassy attitude): See? I told you so!

 

 

 

Page 24 panel 5

 

Wide shot of the two flying high above the chaos. Below is the same scenery they passed over and through on their way to the Bogeyman's castle--the fires, the crumbled Dreamwalls, the thorny, tangled trees, the crazed jumble of sick dreamers. It is still a living hell.

 

Dream Lord: It'll take a long time to fix all this--to help all those suffering dreamers. Even if we eventually purify them again, many will be beyond hope--insane or crippled or dead. Their lives in Reality will be ruined, maybe forever.

 

Lullaby: At least they'll have an
inside man
on the job. There's hope for some of them. You know, they really
need
you.

 

 

 

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Dream Lord (as they continue flying through the darkness): I wonder if I'm up to the task. I can barely hold
myself
together these days. The Bogeyman's still here, and God only knows what
he'll
do next. There's the Night Brigade, and Project Dream Lord...and there's still so much I don't
know
yet--about my life, and the Dream Zone, and even
you
. I feel...confused.

 

Lullaby: It's called growing pains, buster. We'll figure it out.

 

 

 

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Wide shot of the Dream Lord and Lullaby arriving at the edge of the dark corruption. There is a distinct line across the land below; on one side is the tangled, chaotic area, and on the other are the sunny Fields of Sleep, with their Dreamwalls intact and reaching into the blue sky. The river on the pure side is sparkling and golden; on the other side, it is black and curdling.

 

Dream Lord: There it is--the border between the corrupted lands and the rest of the Dream Zone. It's still moving forward, defiling more minds and siphoning more power for the Bogeyman.

 

 

 

 

Page 25 (6
panels)

 

Page 25 panel 1

 

Wide shot of the Dream Lord hovering in the sky, spreading his arms wide over his head. His body glows golden and he frowns in concentration. Lullaby hovers nearby, watching.

 

Dream Lord: I have to stop it now.

 

 

 

Page 25 panel 2

 

The Dream Lord continues to hover in the air, his whole body enveloped by the golden aura. Waves of golden energy flow outward in lazy circles.

 

Dream Lord: Before we can help any of the others--before we can battle the forces of Bogeyman--we have to keep the darkness away from anyone else! I have to use all my power...all of the strength I would have otherwise wasted in the castle...

 

 

 

Page 25 panel 3

 

Dream Lord: ...to build a dam...

 

Wide shot of the Dream Lord above the land. The energy rippling out from him is flowing toward the ground, forming layers of a metallic surface.

 

 

 

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Very wide shot revealing the growth of a wall, rising quickly from the ground to separate the dark area and the pure area. The wall seems to be made out of shimmering silver.

 

Dream Lord: ...a huge...barrier...

 

 

 

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The Dream Lord floats before the finished wall now, which rises straight into the sky and rolls off in both directions as far as we can see. The dark side is completely hidden.

 

Dream Lord: ...the biggest Dreamwall in existence! Until we can cleanse it, the darkness is now
cut off
from the light. The pollution cannot spread any further, and the Bogeyman won't be able to extend his kingdom.

 

 

 

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The Dream Lord collapses, exhausted by the incredible effort of constructing the Dreamwall. Lullaby catches him with her arm; she is tired but happy that her friend has made it through his trials.

 

Dream Lord: And the
Dream Lord
...is going to sleep.

 

 

 

 

Page 26 (9
panels)

 

Page 26 panel 1

 

Back in the castle of Bogeyman, the party has resumed. Only Bogeyman himself remains silent, standing with his back to the crowd and gazing sullenly out the entrance where the Dream Lord left.

 

Quote: "My days among the dead are passed..."

 

 

 

Page 26 panel 2

 

Bogeyman turns to walk toward the crowd--still dressed in their garish old costumes and powdered wigs, still drinking and singing and having a grand time.

 

Quote: "Around me I behold,

Where'er these casual eyes are cast,

The mighty minds of old..."

 

 

 

Page 26 panel 3

 

Bogeyman waves his arm in the air and the crowd disappears with a flicker.

 

Quote: "My never-failing friends are they,

With whom I converse day by day"

 

 

 

Page 26 panel 4

 

Bogeyman walks across the empty, littered ballroom. It is shrouded in darkness, lit only by the torches on the walls; it looks like a cavern.

 

Quote: "With them I take delight in weal, And seek relief in woe..."

 

 

 

Page 26 panel 5

 

Bogeyman stands by the huge, elegant windows, looking out on his dark, infested hell.

 

Quote: "And while I understand and feel

How much to them I owe..."

 

 

 

Page 26 panel 6

 

Bogeyman (looking directly out at the reader): I really
am
going to
kill
him, you know.

 

 

 

Page 26 panel 7

 

Quote: "My cheeks have often been bedewed

With tears of thoughtful gratitude."

 

Bogeyman (wildly, evilly):
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!

 

 

 

Page 26 panel 8

 

Bogeyman is suddenly silent, just gazing out the window.

 

Quote: "My thoughts are with the dead, with them

I live in long-past years,

Their virtues love, their faults condemn,

Partake their hopes and fears..."

 

 

 

Page 26 panel 9

 

Another shot of the silent, thoughtful Bogeyman, as he sits down on the long window seat.

 

Quote: "And from their lessons seek and find

Instruction with an humble mind."

 

 

 

 

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)

 

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This page will consist of a single, small panel set in the center, or slightly off-center, of a field of empty white space. The entire page will be blank except for the one, small panel.

 

The panel shows the Bogeyman, seated on the window seat, facing the darkness outside. He is lit from behind by the eerie light from the torches in the ballroom. He is silent, making a simple gesture which reveals his loneliness and tiredness: he lifts one hand and rubs the bridge of his nose between the thumb and forefinger. His eyes are closed, and his face looks strained. Without the Dream Lord to toy with and enjoy, his existence--even his ultimate corruption of the Dream Zone--is empty. The Bogeyman really is a tragic and complex being, and he truly
needs
his enemy.

 

Quote: "My hopes are with the dead, anon

My place with them will be,

And I with them shall travel on

Through all futurity..." -- Robert Southey

 

 

THE END

 

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