{"id":5701,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:10","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=5701"},"modified":"2012-02-09T21:53:13","modified_gmt":"2012-02-09T21:53:13","slug":"a-nightmare-on-elm-street-5-the-dream-child-adaptation-excerpts-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-5-the-dream-child-adaptation-excerpts-1\/","title":{"rendered":"A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child \u2014 Adaptation Excerpts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Adapted by Bob Italia<br \/>\nTranscribed by Rob Nimmo<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/1562391593?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thenightmaone-20&#038;linkCode=xm2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creativeASIN=1562391593\" target=\"_blank\">Order<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>ONE<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<div style=\u201ddisplay:block;float:right;\">\n<div style=\"padding-left: 16px;\"><script type=\"text\/javascript\"><!--\ngoogle_ad_client = \"ca-pub-0772942500851985\";\n\/* 250 *\/\ngoogle_ad_slot = \"3976876457\";\ngoogle_ad_width = 250;\ngoogle_ad_height = 250;\n\/\/-->\n<\/script><br \/>\n<script type=\"text\/javascript\"\nsrc=\"http:\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/show_ads.js\">\n<\/script><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Standing before the bathroom sink, Alice Johnson splashed her face with warm water as she prepared herself for bed. Suddenly, she heard an odd gurgle in the drain. She looked down and saw the water backing up in the sink. \u201cOh great, the drain monster strikes again.\u201d Alice tried to turn off the water, but the handles would not move. The water pressure built. The water filled the sink and overflowed onto the floor. Alice grew perturbed. Straining with all her might, she forced the handles to turn. But then they came off in her hands. The pressure blasted from the faucet. Water flooded the floor, rising above her ankles. Alice sloshed to the door and tried to open it. But the doorknob wouldn\u2019t turn. Frantic, Alice began pounding on the door. The water climbed above her knees to her waist. She was trapped! Alice watched in confusion and horror as the water climbed to her neck. She pounded furiously on the door and took a deep breath as she was completely submerged under water.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, the door opened. Alice stumbled out of a static wall of water into a dark room. Then the door closed behind her and melted into the wall. With her mind whirling in confusion, Alice looked around. She was in an empty corridor. Two doors flanked both ends of the hallway. One opened. Alice tried to peer beyond the door, but all she could see was darkness. Slowly, she rose to her feet and stepped through the doorway into another dark room. Fingers of light stabbed up from crusting floor plates and reached through thick, murky air toward a dark cathedral ceiling. The beams appeared to be made from the bones of some unearthly creature. Old beds and filthy mattresses crowded along the walls. Some were torn to shreds. Alice could see the figures of men lying on the beds. Others paced aimlessly, devoid of sanity and purpose, lost in their private hells. All were dressed in old hospital garb.<\/p>\n<p>At the end of the room, a staircase led to a huge iron door. Two orderlies hovered on the landing before it, gazing into the dim scene below. One orderly poked his finger into the dark, counting silently. \u201cCome on, will ya?\u201d the other orderly said. \u201cShut up,\u201d said the first orderly. \u201cYou\u2019ll make me lose count.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Alice looked down at herself. Now she was dressed in an old-fashioned nurse\u2019s uniform, white and starched. There was a name tag on her chest. It read: AMANDA KRUEGER. Alice barely had time to react when she heard the first orderly say: \u201cClose enough. Let\u2019s just say one hundred and call it a day.\u201d The heavy door started closing on its rusted hinges. \u201cNo\u2014wait!\u201d Alice cried, rushing toward the door. The door slammed closed with a resounding clang. Then the heavy bolts were thrown into place. Alice whirled around. The door she came through had disappeared. All heads turned to her. Horrible faces peered from everywhere. Some men moved toward her. Then the others moved in from all directions.<\/p>\n<p>Alice shot up in her bed, screaming. She looked around in panic, finally realizing she was alone. The bedroom window curtain gently billowed in the morning breeze. Alice tried to collect herself. Though the dream was over, she was far from being composed. She put on a robe and shakily climbed from the bed. Alice stepped into the bathroom and approached the sink. Looking at the faucet, she paused and took a deep breath. Everything looked normal enough. She turned on the water and watched apprehensively as it poured serenely down the drain. Then she cupped her hand and splashed her face. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The next day at Springwood High School, Dan Jordan stood in his graduation cap and gown before the school\u2019s water fountain talking to his fellow graduates. \u201cHigh school was only the beginning for some of us,\u201d he said. \u201cDon\u2019t forget, S.A.T. stands for Sadistic Anti-human Torture.\u201d Laughter emerged from the sea of fellow graduates who were out-numbered by their less amused parents. \u201cMost of us have just this summer to live,\u201d Dan added. \u201cAnd by live, I mean\u2014party!\u201d The graduates sent up a cheer as Dan threw his cap in the air. Greta Gibson and her mother, Racine, stood at the edge of the group. Greta was a beautiful girl, tall and fashion-model thin. Racine raised a disapproving eyebrow toward Dan and the boisterous teens around him. \u201cHow colorful,\u201d she said. \u201cWho is he?\u201d \u201cDan Jordon,\u201d Greta replied. \u201cCaptain of our football team.\u201d \u201cCharming,\u201d Racine said with distaste. Suddenly, Greta spotted some of her friends. \u201cAlice! Yvonne!\u201d she squealed with delight.<\/p>\n<p>Alice stood with Yvonne in the swirling crowd. Alice looked a little glum, but Yvonne smiled broadly as they turned toward Greta. \u201cHey, girl!\u201d Yvonne said. They rushed toward Greta. Yvonne and Greta threw their arms around one another and sent up shrill noises of girlish delight. Then Yvonne broke into a rap. \u201cI\u2019m the Y, to the V-O-N-N-E, and wherever I am, that\u2019s the place to be.\u201d Alice wasn\u2019t getting into the spirit of things. Yvonne tried to inject a little enthusiasm into her. \u201cC\u2019mon, honey!\u201d Alice joined in, trying to be cheerful. \u201cI\u2019m the A-L-I-C-E. Blond hair on my head, blue eyes to see.\u201d \u201cThe G-R-E-T-A and my mom says I\u2019ll be in magazines one day,\u201d Greta chimed in. \u201cWe\u2019re the three together, and together we\u2019ll be. The Y, the A, and don\u2019t forget the G!\u201d All three put their hands together in an overhand slap. Greta and Yvonne broke into laughter. <\/p>\n<p>Alice half-heartedly joined them, about a step behind their good spirits. \u201cHey,\u201d Yvonne said to Alice, \u201cwhat\u2019s wrong with you? Let\u2019s see a smile.\u201d \u201cHad kind of a long night,\u201d Alice replied. \u201cThese things are wild,\u201d Greta said, striking a pose in her gown. \u201cWhat do you think?\u201d \u201cMakes you look like a nun,\u201d Yvonne said. \u201cYeah, kick the habit!\u201d Alice said. \u201cBreak those vows!\u201d \u201cFind me a man!\u201d Greta said. The girls laughed. Just then, Mark Grey, a good-looking and eccentric young man, approached with a small sketch pad and a large lollipop. \u201cNo, no, it\u2019s all wrong,\u201d he said, speaking to Greta as if he were a fashion photographer. \u201cSell it! More teeth and raise the arms a bit.\u201d Greta dropped the pose and looked to the heavens. \u201cMaybe I should spell it out for you,\u201d she said sarcastically. \u201cMaybe God\u2019s trying to tell you something,\u201d Alice said playfully. Mark smiled at Greta. \u201cYeah, when are you gonna come to your senses?\u201d \u201cNext life,\u201d Greta replied, looking at the lollipop. \u201cOh, what\u2019s that?\u201d \u201cMy undying love,\u201d Mark answered. \u201cHave some.\u201d \u201cGive it up, Mark,\u201d Alice said. \u201cIt\u2019s hopeless.\u201d Mark grinned. \u201cI think I\u2019m starting to wear her down.\u201d He held the lollipop out to Greta. \u201cHave some anyway.\u201d Greta stepped back. \u201cThat must never pass these lips.\u201d \u201cGreta,\u201d a voice called out, \u201cthat\u2019s not what a cover girl puts in her body.\u201d Greta turned around and saw her mother glaring at her. \u201cMeet me later,\u201d Mark whispered. \u201cMilkshakes, cherry pie, banana spits\u2014and no mom!\u201d \u201cPimples, heartburn, cellulite\u2014and no modeling career!\u201d Greta replied. \u201cNot to mention the heartbreak of psoriasis,\u201d Alice said. They all laughed. \u201cGreta, come on,\u201d Mark said. \u201cOne burger with me?\u201d \u201cOne with you and I\u2019m off to comic book land,\u201d Greta stated. \u201cWe\u2019re high school graduates now. Time to grow up. And speaking of grown-ups\u2026 Daddy\u2019s here, super hero.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>All turned as Mark\u2019s father, a rugged, middle-aged man, approached. He glanced at the girls, then at Mark. \u201cHey Rembrandt,\u201d he said, \u201cno wonder I couldn\u2019t find you. I thought you\u2019ld be hanging out with the guys.\u201d \u201cOh, hi, dad,\u201d Mark said, growing uncomfortable. \u201cI thought the guys could hang out with themselves.\u201d \u201cUh huh,\u201d Mr. Grey said. \u201cI hope you had time to finish those cross-sections I asked for.\u201d \u201cCan we get into that later, dad?\u201d There was an awkward moment of silence. \u201cGood to see you again, Mr. Grey,\u201d Alice said. \u201cI\u2019ve got to go find Dan.\u201d \u201cYeah,\u201d Yvonne said, \u201cbefore they revoke his diploma.\u201d As Alice turned away and walked through the crowd, the cheerful face she had put on dissolved. She was still on edge. Suddenly, a dark shape loomed from behind, lifting her in a bear hug. As the big arms twirled her around, she came face to face with Dan. He smiled. \u201cHi, beautiful,\u201d he said. \u201cDon\u2019t do that!\u201d Alice snapped. \u201cSorry,\u201d Dan said, putting her down. Alice recovered. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, too.\u201d Dan smiled. \u201cGot a present for you!\u201d He reached into a pocket beneath his gown, then handed her two plane tickets tied with a ribbon. \u201cThe tickets,\u201d Alice said, trying to be enthusiastic. \u201cThey\u2019re coach seats, but the plane lands in Paris.\u201d \u201cI know,\u201d Alice replied. Dan studied her for a moment. \u201cOkay, what\u2019s the matter?\u201d Alice hesitated. \u201cI had one of those dreams last night.\u201d Dan grew concerned. \u201cAbout him?\u201d \u201cNo. Well, not exactly. It\u2019s that\u2026I feel like I wasn\u2019t in control, for the first time since\u2026 all that. I\u2019m scared.\u201d Dan gave her a reassuring hug. \u201cYou stopped it, didn\u2019t you? It was probably just a regular bad dream.\u201d \u201cYeah\u2026I guess.\u201d \u201cIf you don\u2019t dream him up, he can\u2019t hurt you. Or me. Or us. Remember\u2026\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d Alice said. Suddenly, Dan\u2019s robust father approached through the crowd. He dragged along a gruff-looking man with a crew cut. \u201cDan,\u201d Mr. Jordan said, \u201cthis is Coach Ostrow. He\u2019s interviewing this week!\u201d Mr. Jordan turned to the coach. \u201cCoach, you\u2019re looking at the state\u2019s finest quarterback. You know what they say\u2014this boy feels the need for speed.\u201d \u201cSo I\u2019ve heard,\u201d Ostrow said. \u201cDad, summer\u2019s just starting\u2014\u201c \u201cWe\u2019re talking about your future, son.\u201d Mr. Jordan shot an unfriendly look at Alice. \u201cExcuse us, dear.\u201d Alice joined up with Yvonne, Greta and Mark at the fountain in mid-conversation.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat club stinks,\u201d Mark said to Greta. \u201cThey card everybody. Let\u2019s just party at your place.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cYou know my mother,\u201d Greta replied. \u201cGet real. What about Alice\u2019s?\u201d<br \/>\nAlice shook her head. \u201cMy dad\u2019s got this thing about drinking in the house.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cWell we gotta do something!\u201d Mark said.<br \/>\n\u201cAll right, kids,\u201d Yvonne said, \u201cI\u2019ll tell you what we\u2019re gonna do. I\u2019ve got swimming practice until 6:30 today. That means they\u2019re gonna give me the key to the pool so I can lock up when I\u2019m done.\u201d<br \/>\nMark\u2019s face lit up. \u201cPool party! I dig it!\u201d<br \/>\nSuddenly, Alice frowned. \u201cI have to work tonight.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cTell Dan to bring you after,\u201d Greta said.<br \/>\n\u201cMark!\u201d Mr. Grey shouted. \u201cPicture time. Come get immortalized. Parents and brats.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cGreta!\u201d Mrs. Gibson cried. \u201cPhoto opportunity, dear!\u201d<br \/>\nGreta groaned. \u201cThey caught me, too. Guess I\u2019d better go gnash my thousand-dollar teeth for the paparazzi.\u201d<br \/>\nAlice glanced at her watch, then looked around for someone. She was not happy. \u201cYou guys go ahead. I\u2019ll catch up with you later.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Alice trudged along, staring at the ground. \u201cCongratulations, Alice,\u201d she muttered to herself. \u201cYou looked beautiful up there. I\u2019m so proud of you\u2026gee, thanks dad.\u201d \u201cYou do look beautiful,\u201d a voice said from behind. Alice whirled around to face her father. She smiled. \u201cI was afraid you weren\u2019t coming.\u201d \u201cI watched from behind the stands. Didn\u2019t want to embarrass you, ya know. \u2018The drunk showed up,\u2019 that kind of thing.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s in the past,\u201d Alice said. \u201cUnless you\u2019ve stopped going to the meetings.\u201d \u201cNo, a deal\u2019s a deal.\u201d Her father produced a wrapped present from behind his back. Hesitating, he awkwardly handed it to her. Alice\u2019s face lit up as she stared at the package. \u201cWell, go on, open it.\u201d Alice gleefully ripped the paper off and opened the box. It was a camera. Alice smiled. \u201cDad!\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s the model you\u2019ve been saving up for. I wanted you to have it for your trip.\u201d Alice stared lovingly at her father. \u201cI don\u2019t care what they might think. You\u2019re terrific.\u201d She gave him a kiss on the cheek then took his hand and began leading him toward the fountain. \u201cWhere are we going?\u201d he said. \u201cTo take a picture.\u201d Alice and her father stood with the other teens and their parents as someone took a group picture. <\/p>\n<p>When the photo session was over, the group scattered for the cars in the parking lot. \u201cCall me when your shift ends,\u201d Dan said to Alice. Then he shook her father\u2019s hand. \u201cGoodbye, sir. I\u2019ll have her home by August.\u201d Alice\u2019s father frowned. \u201cJust kidding,\u201d Dan said. Dan smiled at Alice and walked away. Alice handed her gown and flowers to her father as he opened the car door. \u201cThanks for everything, dad.\u201d \u201cYou sure you don\u2019t want a ride to work?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s just across the park.\u201d He smiled and climbed into the car. \u201cOkay, angel. Have fun tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-5-the-dream-child-adaptation-excerpts-2\/\">Chapter 2<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Adapted by Bob Italia Transcribed by Rob Nimmo Order ONE<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[19,339],"class_list":["post-5701","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-merchandise","tag-a-nightmare-on-elm-street-5-the-dream-child","tag-bob-italia"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5701","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5701"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5701\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5813,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5701\/revisions\/5813"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5701"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5701"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5701"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}