Tableau and The Dream-Weaver, Round 2
Panel One: We open up to a wide-panel shot of Jeremy Tableau. Handsome, early 20s black man with a sly smile as he’s tipping his hat down at us.
Caption: So let me just give you a quick rundown of what’s been my life recently. As you should know by now, I’m your ever loving and charming protagonist, Jeremy Tableau. I can tell you more about myself but that’ll pass the five page mark.
Panel Two: Now a shot of Dorme Revv, the Dream-Weaver. A black man, slim and slender with a long goatee reaching his torso. He has long, slicked-backed hair and a black clove cigarette in his mouth, the smoke emitting figures of deformed faces and skulls. His eyes are very intimidating and frightening. Clothes: a black suit jacket over a black t-shirt and black slacks. He also has a black cane with a skull on top of it.
Caption: This dick-less hater is Dorme Revv, a Dream-Weaver. An agent of sleep who can manipulate dreams. I’ve been on the top of his shit-list after I got caught banging his big-titty wielding hot wife. Note-to-self: after this is done, give her number to my brother…
Panel Three: Now a shot inside of Jeremy’s bedroom. I don’t know how much of the room we’ll be seeing in these shots, but just in case, the room is neatly kept. There’s a large amount of books on one side of the room and a TV set with movies across the bed. There are also a lot of different types of artifacts, such as African masks on the walls, statues and art pieces from different cultures. His walls are black and white, the color side-by-side from each wall. One wall is white, the next is black, and so on. Jeremy is lying flat and asleep, naked, in his bed which is covered with candles of all shapes and sizes and sand, forming all types of swirls and weird markings. On the side of the bed is Jai, Jeremy’s older brother. Compared to Jeremy, who himself is slim but toned, Jai is also toned but much more muscular. Think Michael Jai White. Jai’s eyes are completely wide and white as he’s sprinkling sand onto Jeremy’s body. The candles should be covering any form of nudity if censorship gets involved.
Caption: Speaking of, meet my big brother, Jai. Unlike me, he’s the prodigal son. He’s also helping me big time in finding a solution of getting out of this mess I’m currently entangled in.
Panel Four: Wide-panel shot of a giant throne room. We’re behind Jeremy, who’s now dressed in a white suit, as he’s looking up at a giant imposing man in a long deep blue gown filled with blinking stars. The man is Morpheus, the Greek God of Sleep. He has a very large mass and his face is covered with a long beard reaching his chest. All throughout the room are people of all shapes, sizes, races, and genders, some looking at Jeremy, some asleep or lying down, etc. The floor and furniture are nothing but clouds. Lying down at the foot of the throne is Selene, a beautiful young woman with long hair to the bottom of her back and a white, nearly transparent gown. She’s looking at Jeremy with delight upon her face.
Caption: Morpheus, Lord of Sleep.
Caption 2: Dream-Weavers happen to be just one unit of his sleep agency. Everyone you see here is in some form his child or related to him. They range from being a director or editor of your dream, to a stand in or extra walking by, to your worst nightmares or your wildest wet dream. Hmm… about that… just wait. Heh, you’ll see.
Panel Five: A shot of Jeremy looking pissed off and walking away while Morpheus is in the background, pointing his finger towards us.
Caption: Anywho, asking the King of Nocturnal Emissions for help with one of his spoiled sperm banks led to me storming off after rejection. But…
Panel One: A shot now of Jeremy lying down on a field of grace and flowers. Jeremy is looking next to him at Selene with a smile on his face. Selene is on her stomach, looking back at him with a smile.
Selene: Apologies about my father. But there’s no way in hell I would have just let it end on that note.
Jeremy: And you are?
Selene: Ouch. That hurts, Jeremy Tableau. After all those great times together, every page of the Karma Sutra in the forest of Artemis, S&Ming in the secret dungeons of the Pyramid of Khufu…
Jeremy: Wait… you’re… aww man! That girl of my dreams? Seriously?
Selene: Literally. My name’s Selene. And quite frankly, you’re one of my favorite clients. Sadly, due to Dorme Revv’s vendetta, I haven’t been enjoying myself. And I miss being in your dreams. So I’m here to help you.
Jeremy: You own the cat to my tongue. I’m speechless.
Panel Two: Panel now of Selene handing Jeremy a brown sack.
Selene: This is sand from my father’s river. With this you can travel through dreams of anyone currently asleep. You can also alter and control them as if you were a Dream-Weaver. It acts through will power and imagination… which I know you use really damn well.
Selene 2: Here’s the bargain: you defeat Dorme Revv, we make up for lost time. Let’s say… a whole month?
Panel Three: A close-up shot of Jeremy, face lit up with a grin.
Jeremy: Express train to Dorme Revv, please!
Panel Four: Jeremy walking out of a ripped portal into a white void with the sack in one hand and the other hand taking some sand out. Jeremy is leering towards Revv, who’s at the edge of the panel looking at Jeremy approach.
Jeremy: Alright, walking limp dick. Round two.
Panel Five: Small panel of Dorme Revv with an amused look on his face.
Revv: You solemnly believe you have the balls to--
Panel Six: Small shot following the last one, Jeremy slapping Revv’s face with sand.
Panel One: Wide-panel of Revv holding Jeremy by one leg, flinging him into a van causing a big dent. People of all shapes and sizes are around, staring in shock.
Caption: We fought through various dreams for what seem to feel like days in one dreamer’s mind…
Revv: I will smear these streets with your carcass!!!
Panel Two: Another wide-panel shot. This is in a 70s’ Blaxploitation setting. Both Jeremy and Revv are wearing much flashier versions of their suits, 70s’ style. They are also sporting some mean afros. There’s some lovely ladies in bikinis and afros also watching in horror. Revv is on his knees receiving a stiff kick from Jeremy’s foot.
Caption: And at times feeling like a year passed by…
Jeremy: You need to stop hating on the kool-aid, jive turkey!
Panel Three: They’re now in a Roman coliseum with Roman gear and helmets, a large crowd at the edge of their seats. Chained lions are attempting to attack Revv or Jeremy in case they get too close. Jeremy is kneeling back, covering himself with a metal shield while Revv is attacking from the air, striking down onto the shield with a spear in hand.
Caption: …Or simply going back in time…
Revv: Your head and cock will serve as trophies upon my mantle!!!
Panel Four: Wide-panel again, this time back in prehistoric time. Triceratops are roaming around, one looking at the two cave men versions of Jeremy and Revv going at it, Jeremy shoving Revv’s face into a large pile of dinosaur crap.
Panel Five: Jeremy, back in his white suit, is now in a black void, looking around not knowing where he is.
Caption: Where are we now?
Revv (off-panel): My, my… dear boy, Jeremy…
Panel Six: Panel right next to panel five, an extremely close-up of Jeremy is absolute fear and shock.
Caption: Oh no… Dear God, no!
Panel One: A big shot of an extremely hideous and terrifying old man in ragged clothing with an evil grin across both sides of his face, some teeth missing and some hanging from the gum. Black blood is dripping from his mouth, leaking to his chin. He is leaned creepily forward as he has a gunnysack opened up wide on the floor, the old man holding onto the opening of it. This old man is Uncle Gunnysack, aka TonTon Macoute, a bogeyman originating from Haitian mythology. Inside of the giant bag we can see bloody limbs of little children.
Uncle Gunnysack: …You’ve been a naughty, naughty little boy. Climb on board for your present.
Caption: Uncle Gunnysack! There’s no way… wait a minute…
Caption: That bastard did not just pull my childhood fear on me! Oh…
Panel Two: Jeremy is blowing a handful of sand towards us.
Caption: …This surely means war.
Panel Three: We are now in the place where Jeremy and Revv first met back in one of the previous scripts. The ground is literally a floor of bones and skulls. The area is completely dry and a bit dull, mostly black and white, the skies being a black and gray vortex and the skulls and bones being the white. Revv is back in his regular attire, looking over his shoulder wondering where he is.
Jeremy (off-panel): Oh, you don’t remember our first date, where I first laid eyes on you? For shame.
Jeremy (off-panel) 2: But I promise your ass you’ll remember this…
Panel Four: Close-up on Revv’s face, looking horrified.
Panel Five: A shot now of Dorme Revv’s wife on a bed, face in total pleasure as she’s sandwiched in between two naked Jeremy Tableaus. By her head is another Jeremy kneeling towards her, unzipping his pants. Surrounding the bed are more Jeremys, some naked and waiting for their turns, others removing their clothes. Just make sure that all the Jeremys we see have big smiles on their faces, the specific ones on the bed looking directly at us.
Panel One: Revv is now weak on his knees, eyes rolling up as tears are falling out. Jeremy is behind him, choking him in a headlock and his other hand, filled with sand, phasing through Revv’s head. Blood is leaking from the spots of where the fingers are. Jeremy’s head is by Revv’s ears as he’s whispering to him.
Jeremy: There won’t be a next time, motherfucker…
Panel Two: Jeremy, with a tight grip, has pulled Dorme Revv’s brains out of his skull, bursting his head open, a gush of gore splurging out.
Panel Three: Jeremy, with a bloody and dripping hand, and Selene are looking down at the body of Dorme Revv, his head burst in blood. Jeremy is dripping more sand from the sack onto Revv’s body.
Jeremy: Is he dead?
Selene: His real body’s in a coma. But you’ll be left alone finally. What are you doing?
Jeremy: Making sure his last sight will forever be his reoccurring nightmare. I’ll be the man of his dreams.
Selene: Hmm. Speaking of… about our bargain…
Panel Four: A shot back in Jeremy’s bedroom as he’s lying asleep in bed, a smile upon his face. Jai is looking at him, a bit of a confused look on his face.
Panel Five: Now a shot of Jai looking at Jeremy’s crotch, which is covered to us by candles.
Jai: Heh. You little fucker.
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Greg, thank you for your insights.Benderbrau:
Greg: Unwrapping the riddles of the black man since 2006Starlord:
I swear if you were gay and I wasn't married we'd make the perfect fuck buddies.Greg:
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Emma, you could learn a thing or two from Greg. Greg does threesomes. That's bi done right.