A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors Page #3

doesn't impress anybody.

So we go in circles...

making minimal progress

with maximum effort.

You won't make any progress...

until you recognize your dreams

for what they are.

And what are they?

The by-products of guilt.

Psychological scars

stemming from moral conflicts...

and overt sexuality.

Oh, great.

lt's my dick that's killing me.

Tell me what's supposed

to be happening again.

You're being attacked

by the bog demon.

Fourteen.

Doesn't count.

You got to say the words.

-This is stupid.

-Come on.

ln the name of Lowrek,

Prince of Elves, demon begone.

Good.

You conquered the demon...

but your horse

is sinking in the bog.

What do you do?

l go to bed, and get a new horse

in the morning.

How do l score that--

enchanted slumber or death?

All right, fellas. Lights out.

Aw, Max.

'Aw, Max." You know the rules.

Come on, Joey. You, too.

Every time

we get a good game going...

it's always, "Lights out."

-Good night, fellas.

-Night, Max.

OK, you get first shift.

Oh, come on.

l had it last night.

Good. Just remember,

keep your eyes open...

and one whimper,

and you wake me up, OK?

-This is nice.

-You never been here before?

No. l think it opened

when l was at school.

Best Thai food in Springwood.

Of course, it's the only

Thai food in Springwood.

Do your parents

still live around here?

My mother passed away.

She died in her sleep.

l'm sorry.

My father and l...

Things just seemed

to fall apart after that.

Sounds like a rough time.

lt was.

What if l told you that...

your patients

are in real physical danger...

from their dreams?

The nightmares are nothing but

a symptom of the real problems.

Then let's just eliminate

the symptom for the time being.

With Hypnocil?

That's right.

You want me to prescribe...

an experimental

psychoactive drug...

to a bunch

of suicidal teenagers?

Just until we get things

under control.

Dream deprivation is

nothing to fool with.

You have no business

taking it yourself.

l used to be like them.

l know what

they're going through.

So do l.

You told me they were survivors,

and they are.

But how much longer

they survive is up to us.

l'm sorry, Nancy.

The answer's no.

Phillip, wake up.

Have a nice stroll, a**hole.

What? What are you doing?

Hey! Come on, man!

What are you, crazy?

Oh, sh*t! What's he doing?

Get help! Get help!

What's the matter?

Don't do it, Phillip!

God! Stop!

l want us to talk

about last night.

l want us to get our feelings

out in the open.

He wasn't strong enough,

so he got wasted. That's all.

That's all?

ls that what you think?

He couldn't hack it,

so he got nailed. Period.

Yeah. Big, tough badass.

How long will you last?

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