{"id":5884,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:57","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=5884"},"modified":"2012-05-04T02:06:43","modified_gmt":"2012-05-04T02:06:43","slug":"a-nightmare-on-elm-street-5-the-dream-child-adaptation-excerpts-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-5-the-dream-child-adaptation-excerpts-3\/","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>THREE<\/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>With an unopened bottle of champagne at his side, Dan sat sleepily in a lounge chair next to Greta and Mark as the raucous pool party reached its peak. People were splashing in the water. Laughter, chatter and the blare of loud rock music filled the air. \u201cSo what did your dad say about you and Alice going to Europe?\u201d Greta asked. \u201cNot much,\u201d Dan replied. \u201cHe mostly screamed. Thinks I\u2019m throwing my life away.\u201d \u201cWho\u2019s throwing their life away?\u201d Yvonne said, toweling herself off as she joined the conversation. \u201cDan,\u201d Mark said. \u201cAnd he\u2019s taking Alice with him. Pretty good diving, Yvonne. You\u2019ve been practicing.\u201d \u201cTwo hours a day, six days a week,\u201d Yvonne said proudly. She looked at Greta. \u201cAren\u2019t you going in?\u201d \u201cNah,\u201d Greta replied. \u201cIt\u2019s getting too cold for me. My wonderful mother will kill me if I screw up my hair. She\u2019s got some model agency guy coming to dinner tomorrow night.\u201d Mark grabbed the champagne bottle. \u201cLet\u2019s open it. It\u2019s time to party.\u201d Dan snatched it away. \u201cHands off, squirrel. That\u2019s for me and Alice\u2026later.\u201d \u201cYo, Dan,\u201d a classmate called out. \u201cTelephone.\u201d Dan nodded and set the bottle down. \u201cI\u2019ll be right back.\u201d He went into an adjoining office and took the call. \u201cAlice?\u201d \u201cIt was him!\u201d Alice cried. \u201cWho?\u201d \u201cFreddy. I was awake when it happened. Do you understand what I\u2019m saying? He must have dreamed himself up. Oh, Dan, I\u2019m scared.\u201d \u201cAll right, all right. Just relax. You stay put. I\u2019m on my way.\u201d \u201cI will,\u201d Alice said. \u201cJust hurry, okay?\u201d Dan returned to his friends and yanked his jacket from the back of the lounge chair. \u201cSomebody die?\u201d Yvonne said. \u201cNah,\u201d Dan replied. \u201cI just gotta go.\u201d \u201cAlice beckons,\u201d Mark said with a knowing grin. \u201cHey, Romeo, you forgot your secret ingredient.\u201d He tossed the champagne bottle to Dan.<\/p>\n<p>Dan grabbed it midair and rushed away to his truck in the parking lot. Soon he was speeding along a deserted stretch of road. He was tense, and worried about Alice. He was also very tired. The voice of an abrasive talk radio D.J. filled the cab. Dan listened half-heartedly as he fought to keep his eyes open. \u201cRight, lady,\u201d the D.J. said, \u201cand Elvis killed Marilyn \u2018cause the Kennedy\u2019s put fluoride in his water. What\u2019s the matter, lady\u2026did you go off your medication?\u201d He hung up on her. \u201cIs there anyone out there with a functioning brain that wants to talk to me? Line two\u2026you\u2019re on the air.\u201d Dan\u2019s eyes closed for a second. There was an eerie buzz and static from the radio, \u201cI\u2019m calling about my wayward ex-son Daniel,\u201d the caller said, \u201cwho has just acted like one ungrateful jerk ever since he was seduced by this girl Alice\u2026\u201d Dan\u2019s eyes flew open. He stared in shock at the radio which had transformed into a rusting antique. \u201cMom?\u201d Then another voice piped in\u2014a raspy, sinister voice. \u201cIf I were you, lady, I\u2019d kill the ungrateful piggy!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly the seatbelts snaked out to impossible length, wrapping around Dan\u2019s arms. He managed to keep his right hand free, but the belts wound around the rest of his body, pinning his left arm uselessly to his chest. The truck crossed over the center divider, out of control. Dan tried to hit the brakes. But as his foot came off the accelerator, the brake pedal snaked around and slammed on top of his foot, pushing the accelerator to the floor. Dan winced in pain as he wrenched his left arm free of the belts and grabbed the wheel. Then he desperately reached with his right hand for the gear shift. It ducked away from his groping hand like a darting cobra. The truck lurched across the center divider and charged into oncoming traffic. Dan hunted wildly for the elusive gear shift. Suddenly, he heard a loud pop inside the cab. He looked over and saw Freddy sitting in the passenger seat, clutching Dan\u2019s champagne bottle. He took a huge gulp of champagne, then spit it out. It hit the dash, sizzling like acid. \u201cBad year,\u201d Freddy said. Then he grinned. \u201cDon\u2019t dream and drive. Better buckle up.\u201d Just then, Dan heard an ear-splitting diesel horn. His head snapped forward as he saw the bright lights of an approaching semi truck. Dan slammed the gear shift into reverse. His truck skidded on the pavement, burning rubber. But the massive semi truck hurtled toward him like a juggernaut, its twin beams and bright chrome radiator filling the windshield. \u201cAlice!\u201d Dan screamed. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Alice poured a late night customer a cup of coffee. Suddenly, the restaurant sounds were distorted\u2014replaced by Dan\u2019s voice calling her name. \u201cDan!\u201d she cried. Alice dropped the pot of coffee and charged out of the diner. Down the street, she could see a jack-knifed semi truck, back-lit by the flames and smoke of a burning pick-up truck, its jammed horn blaring. Alice screamed, then ran in panic toward the accident. As she neared the semi, the driver\u2019s door swung violently open and a figure lurched from the cab, knocking her to the ground. It was the truck driver. His face was lit by the burning wreck of Dan\u2019s truck, his eyes were glazed and shocked. \u201cHe came flying out of nowhere!\u201d the truck driver screamed madly. \u201cHe was like a rocket! I didn\u2019t even see him!\u201d The wail of approaching sirens filled the night air. Alice\u2019s tear-stained face was strobed in a flashing red light as she looked past the driver to see Dan\u2019s body enmeshed in the wreckage. She rushed toward him. Suddenly, Dan\u2019s eyes snapped open and he looked straight at her. \u201cIt was him!\u201d he gasped. Then his body went limp. Overwhelmed with shock, Alice collapsed in the street.<\/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> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-5-the-dream-child-adaptation-excerpts-4\/\">Chapter 4<\/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 THREE<\/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-5884","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\/5884","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=5884"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5884\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6006,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5884\/revisions\/6006"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5884"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5884"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5884"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}