A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master Page #5

What else?

You ever take a look

at our town's history?

It's not exactly a safe place

to be a teenager.

Hey, bozos, let's hustle... now.

Well, if I'm next,

watch your back, man.

Where were we?

Every society,

dating back to the ancients...

has had theories

regarding dreams.

What they mean,

how to control them.

Aristotle believed during sleep

your soul roams free.

What it sees are dreams.

The skilled dreamers are able

to control what they see.

There is a myth that there's

two gates your soul can enter.

One is a positive gate...

the other a negative gate.

The key element is that

there's a dream master...

someone who guards

the positive gate...

and, in fact,

protects the sleeping host.

Taken altogether, they offer

a fascinating perspective...

on ancient history.

Those of you who don't

find it fascinating...

you better listen up,

because it's on the final.

Rick, make me laugh.

Going down.

What?

A true warrior needs no eyes.

Come on out and fight me,

you chickenshit!

Ninja warriors have calm.

Find your balance, Rick!

Too wimpy to show yourself,

Krueger?

Well, how's this for balance?

Banzai.

How you gonna fight me

without your weapon, Freddy?

Sayonara, Rick-san!

Though I walk through the valley

of the shadow of death...

I shall fear no evil...

for Thou art with me

with Thy rod and Thy staff.

Dearly bereaved, we gather here

in remorse for Rick Johnson...

a young man whose death

confounds and mystifies us...

for Rick was in his prime,

beloved by all...

exemplary

of young men's ideals...

and of strong moral fiber.

We grieve our loss but take

comfort in knowing such a man...

rests in the kingdom of God.

Let our faith supersede

our knowledge...

for truly the Lord

works in mysterious ways.

Hello, baby!

I love this.

They think I'm dead, don't they?

This is great.

Hey. What's with the tears?

I wouldn't leave ya.

Come on, don't cry.

I'm here. It was a big joke

to fool Freddy.

Come on, smile for me.

No more daydreams.

Well, gotta go.

Good night.

You OK?

Not really.

Is there anything we can do?

I don't think so.

I guess this is my own war.

No, it's not.

We all have to survive.

I mean, I don't spend hours

working out...

to let some night stalker

beat me.

You don't really get it.

He's not a night stalker.

And it'll take more

than bench presses to beat him.

So what do we do?

Let's go over

to Debbie's tonight.

We have to make a plan.

I got to go.

How about I pick you up

at the diner at 8:00?

Here. It's a good luck charm.

Brings bad luck to the creep

you flatten with it.

This is it.

Mind over matter.

Mind over matter?

Sheila used to say that.

God, every day, she changes.

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