Mr. Sandman by Robert T. Jeschonek

drift of snow after failing through the portal. His body is full of bullet holes, covered with blood, the sword still in his chest. His uniform is in shreds. As he lands, blood sprays onto the snow. He is barely conscious, contorted with pain...yet he is not dead. He is going through a living nightmare in the Dream Zone, designed to make him suffer for a long, long time before dying.
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    Page 10 panel 6
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    In the snow, the Dream Lord weakly lifts his head and looks around.
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    Dream Lord: They're...gone. Where...am I?
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    Page 10 panel 7
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    Wide shot of the surrounding terrain as the Dream Lord scans it. He is high in a mountainous, snowy, frigid country, like the Himalayas. He is sprawled on a snowy slope, and beyond are towering, snow-covered peaks, broad snow clouds.
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    Dream Lord: Oh my God.
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    Page 11 (8 panels)
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    Page 11 panel 1
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    Medium shot of the Dream Lord as he gazes around at the sweeping, snowy vista.
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    Dream Lord: I'm going to die here.
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    Page 11 panel 2
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    Flashback of the fish-gutting scene
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    Voice (of adult who is cutting apart the fish): See, Gary, you just pull out the tummy, and the heart and the intestines, and feed 'em to the cat. Cats love smelly dead things.
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    Page 11 panel 3
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    Closeup of the Dream Lord's face, already covering with snow and frost. His eyes are half-closed, he's ready to die from the cold.
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    Dream Lord (hallucinating): Tally....I'm sorry...
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    Page 11 panel 4
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    Flashback of the heavy girl, tears running down her face.
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    Girl: You don't care about anything...you bastard...
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    Page 11 panel 5
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    Flashback: A dark-haired man in a lab coat is screaming, a helmet-like apparatus shooting energy into his head. The lab around him is in flames.
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    Man: H elp meee !!!
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    Page 11 panel 6
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    Medium shot of the drowsy, freezing Dream Lord.
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    Dream Lord: Tom?
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    A huge, hairy, white hand reaches from behind him to grab his shoulder.
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    Page 11 panel 7
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    The hand gouges into his shoulder and he jumps and screams with pain.
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    Dream Lord: AAARRRGGHH !
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    Page 11 panel 8
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    A huge creature plucks the Dream Lord from the ground by his shoulder. The creature is about eight feet tall, with shaggy white fur and a bestial, crazed, apelike face. It is a nightmare version of the Yeti.
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    Dream Lord: No! Oh God, no more!! The beast roars savagely.
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    Page 12 (8 panels)
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    Page 12 panel 1
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    The yeti grabs one of the Dream Lord's legs and snaps it like a toothpick. The Dream Lord screams with pain, on the brink of a final breakdown.
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    Page 12 panel 2
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    The yeti hurls Dream Lord into a rocky outcropping, and the Dream Lord hits it hard .
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    Page 12 panel 3
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    Dream Lord (sprawled in the snow against the rock): This isn't...real...I'm...the Dream Lord...
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    Page 12 panel 4
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    Closeup of the Yeti as it lifts a huge stone over its head, bares its teeth, and prepares to crush the Dream Lord.
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    Yeti (bellowing): Murdererrrrr!!!
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    Page 12 panel 5
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    The Yeti throws the stone and the Dream Lord just closes his eyes and waits for death.
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    Yeti: Murdererrrrr!!
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    Page 12 panel 6
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    In mid-air, the stone flips around and phases into an energy portal like the others which have transported the Dream Lord around.
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    Page 12 panel 7
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    The portal whizzes through the air and hits the Dream Lord, enveloping his body and causing it to dissolve as the portal whisks him away.
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    Page 12 panel 8
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    The portal dumps him on the floor of a hut in the jungle of Vietnam. Vietcong soldiers are interrogating prisoners with branding irons and knives. Not a nice joint.
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    By now, the Dream Lord is