A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master Page #3
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Nice neighborhood.
Anyway,
that's where it gets weird.
She says that he comes back
in dreams.
And if he kills you
in your dream...
you're dead for real.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
The master of dreams,
my soul I'll keep.
Dream master.
Kristen, get the hell
away from that house!
! Andale!
You don't have to go
if you don't want to.
I'll take care of you.
I better go.
OK...
but I'll call you tonight,
and we'll get through this.
Shotgun.
Something the matter
with the cuisine?
Well, Mom, I'll tell you...
when two of your friends
die in the same day...
let me know what it does
to your appetite.
You're just tired.
Don't think I haven't noticed
you aren't sleeping.
That has got to stop, honey.
What's wrong with me?
Adolescent anxiety.
That'll make it better.
Oh, God.
Mom, what did you do?
Jesus! Sleeping pills?
Look, Kristen, I'm sorry.
Sorry?
Sorry that you
and your tennis pals...
torched this guy,
and now he's after me?
In case you haven't been
keeping score...
it's his f***ing banquet,
and I'm the last course!
We went over this in therapy!
No, Mother.
You just murdered me.
Take that
to your goddamn therapy.
Dream someplace fun.
Thanks, Alice.
Hi, little girl.
- What's your name?
- Alice.
Elm Street's last brat.
Farewell.
We beat you before!
And now you're all alone!
Kristen, why don't you...
call on one of
your little friends?
Maybe they could help.
Never!
I'm the last!
Why don't you reach out...
and cut someone?
How sweet.
Fresh meat.
Alice, wake up and get out!
Alice, I'm so sorry.
It was a mistake.
I pulled you in.
Alice, come to Daddy.
Leave her alone,
you son of a b*tch!
Now no one sleeps.
The souls of my children.
You'll need my power.
Are you OK?
Kristen...
we've gotta get to her house!
Oh, God! Kristen!
Let me go.
Hi, Alice.
Wish you were here.
Your horrible brother's
up to his old tricks.
Rick, as long as I've known you,
what the hell this sh*t is
you put in your hair.
I want his body.
That's bullshit.
What else do you want?
She wants my body.
Alice, what are you doing?
I don't know.
It makes me feel better.
What are you doing?
Hello, baby.
Great.
You made her so happy then.
Until all this Freddy sh*t.
Why didn't I just stay with her?
It wouldn't have made
any difference.
Sure it would have.
No. I saw it happen in my dream.
There was this horrible man.
I don't wanna hear
about Freddy, OK?
I heard it all from Kristen,
so stop it.
I could feel the heat
from the fire.
- It wasn't a dream!
- Just stop it!
She wasn't crazy
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