What Dreams May Come Page #2

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[Chris] "This is Chris."

"This...is...Chris."

"I...

"still...

"exist."

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[Chris]|Christ, when does it end?

[Chris]|Christ, when does it end?

[Doc] There's no rules, Chris.

It ends when you want.

- Where were you?|- Someplace else.

You think I'm a figment|of your imagination?

She's real. You're real.|It's all real.

That's the point|if there is one.

It's over when you stop|wanting to hurt her.

Forever...

Don't worry, baby...

I'm not leaving you alone.

I'm not going anywhere.

[Screams hysterically]

Goodbye, babe.

[Birds singing]

[Barking]

Katie, it's you !

You're young again!

Come here, Katie! [Laughs]

Katie, Katie!

Come on, hey!

Boy, I screwed up.|I'm in dog heaven.

A place where we all go|can't be bad, can it, girl?.

Maybe I'm not|in your heaven after all!

Maybe you're in mine!

[Katie barks]

Annie!

[Doc]|What the hell have you done?

That's not how|you use a stethoscope!

Albert Lewis?

Last time you saw me|I was 63, on a cardiac ward!

You thought I was old|and decrepit, huh?

Talking about "Ah, can't go on!"

Who wants to be 63|throughout eternity?

- Look at you on the water!|- Well, hello! Come on...

walk along, feel the beat!

Dancing on water!|Smooth as ever!

And that was you...

just now, when...when I died.

I thought you recognised me,|because you called me "Doc".

Me being your favourite doc.

Could you lend me a hand? I'm|up to my ass in problems again.

Oh, Chris...

Come here.

You are still kinda ugly.

You taught me a lot, Chief.|Nice place you got here.

No, no.|Nice place you got here.

- Me?|- Sure, you're making all this.

We're insecure at first,|so we need safety and comfort.

We all paint our surroundings,|but you use real paint!

There's so much here|she didn't paint.

Like that bird.

Annie gave you a start,|like holding onto handrails.

You're creating a world.

From your imagination,|from anything you want.

- Why doesn't it move?|- It will when you want it to.

Oh-hoh! You go, boy!

- Can I make it dive?|- You're the painter!

[Doc] It's your world!

[Doc] Look at it go!

- How about turquoise wings?|- Turquoise!

[Chris]|And a little mauve, all right!

- I didn't do that.|- No, I did.

When we're together|it's like dual controls.

- Can I make elephants fly?|- Didn't Annie paint a house?

Yeah, it's our dream house.

[Doc] Just a stroll|across the water.

Let's take the shortcut.

- Nice shortcut.|- It's easy, look at me!

- I'm gonna drown.|- You're already dead.

Am I...am I really here?

What do you mean by "you"?|Your arm or your leg?

- Partly.|- Really?

- And if you lost your limbs?|- I'd still be me.

- What is the "me"?|- My brain, I suppose.

Your brain?|Your brain is a body part.

Like your fingernail|or your heart. Why is that you?

Because "I" am a voice|in my head.

The part that thinks, feels.

That is aware that I exist.

[Doc] So if you're aware|you exist...then you do.

That's why you're still here.

[Doc] No windows. What aren't|you ready to see, I wonder?

Drink it. Think it's|coffee and it will be.

OK.

It's coffee...

Paint!

Acrylic.

- [Doc] Why is it so hard?|- What?

Your brain is meat.|It rots and disappears.

You thought that's all|there was to you?

Like you're in your house now.

You're IN your house,|you AREN'T your house.

The house falls down,|you walk away.

But I rebuilt, huh?

You see your body|because you like seeing one.

We're seeing|what we choose to see.

Let me show you something.

Ha!

[Chris] It's real.|Where is the paint?

[Doc] You don't need it any|more. This is your world now.

Thought is real.

Physical is the illusion.|Ironic, huh?

- Where's God in all this?|- He's up there.

Somewhere...|Shouting down that he loves us.

Wondering why we can't hear him.|You think?

Drink your coffee.

- Needs milk.|- Don't push your luck.

'What do you think, Christy?

'What do you think, Christy?

'Right here.

'Like this? You think?

'They say we live|in our minds anyway.

'Having you with me,|like this, keeps me happy.

'Why do I believe|you can hear me?

'Why do I think|you can see this?'

[Chris] What's that purple tree?|I never saw that.

Let's look. Think you can|get there in eight seconds?

Eight seconds? Over there?

Yeah, I just need|a little incentive.

Yeah... I can fly...

- No!|- Can't I do what I want?

I think you'd be more|comfortable keeping it real.

Think of running fast,|like the Road Runner, OK?

I can handle this.

Adios, muchacho.

Oh... Wait ! Chris !

Annie!!

I bet you're thinking|"Oh, sh*t!" now!

Aaaaahhhh!

- Yeah!|- Go, boy!

Go, Chris, go!

Albert!

Albert!

It's completely new. The canvas|was blank when I was alive.

How can I see|this drawing after I'm dead?

For an expert|you look pretty surprised.

- You two. A long courtship?|- No, actually.

- From the first moment...|- Soulmates.

It's extremely rare,|but it exists.

Like twin souls.|Tuned in to each other.

Apparently, even in death.

You're reaching each other|through her painting.

It's nothing|I've ever seen.

'You can't see it, can you?

'And you never will.'

I love you!

[Chris]|Whose footprints are these?

Don't ask,|you put 'em here.

Annie...

- Annie!|- [Doc] Chris!

Fantasy is not what you need.

No, you're right. I need Annie.

- That'll change in time.|- Oh, come on, Einstein!

Time's not on my watch any more!|Time does not exist here!

Wherever it went, it won't|make me need Annie less.

You'll feel differently,|and so will she.

Man... You don't know us.

Wish I did.

[Chris] Marie...

Marie!

Look, it's Tigger!|It's my daughter's!

Katie tore it up once, and...

She's here, right?

Where is she?

"Here" is big enough|for all to have their universe.

That's not why you|haven't seen them yet, is it?

What does that mean, Buddha?

I wanna see my children, Albert!

When you do, you will.

Does that hurt?

Mm-mm.

That?

Mm-hm.

How about that?

I'm gonna keep doing this|till you tickle.

You've got a fever.|It's going down, though.

Don't you have to go somewhere?

Wanna play chess?

I could teach you.

Would you teach me that?

Excuse me.

Albert has to work.|He asked me to meet with you.

Will that be all right?

Leona...|That's a very beautiful name.

He said you've been isolated.

Do you wanna see others?|Perhaps a city?

I would,|but travel makes me nauseous.

Close your eyes.

I didn't mean forever.

[Laughs] What do you think?

I'm a little under-dressed.

You look fine.

Till now you've been painting|your world. This is mine.

In our city across the river|we have to have a common vision.

So, there's work.

Mm-hm.

I like that.

Albert is sort of a missionary.

- He saves lost souls.|- Like me.

Hardly. They are the ones|who can't get here.

You mean, from hell?.

In a way.|It's not what you think.

My work is with animals.

Katie is an old friend.

'Dearest Christy.

'I don't know how|this day unravelled.

'I was proud of how I held|together through this afternoon.

'But, coming home,|I began to lose it.

'If I had walked out that night,

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