There is a fifth dimension
beyond tha t which is known to man.
It is a dimension as vastas space
and as timeless as infinity.
It is the middle ground between lightand shadovll,
between science and s upers tit/on
and it lies between the pit of man's fears
and the summit of his knowledge.
This is the dimension of ima Gina tion.
It is anarea which we call the twilight zone.
12:00 noon.
An ordinar y scene, an ordinary city.
I unch time for thousands of ordina r y pe opl e.
To mos t of them, this hour would be a rest.
A pleasant break in the da y's routine.
To most, but notall.
To Edward hall, time is an enemy.
And the hour to come
is a ma tter of life and DEA th.
Hey, mister.
What's the matter? Are you sick?
We've been expecting you, Mr. Hall.
Go right in.
Hello, Mr. Hall.
What's the matter? Are you ill?
I'm just tired.
Well, you'd better rest.
Over here, Mr. Hall.
Sit down.
I thought you said you were tired.
I am. I'm the tiredest man in the world.
You want to know how many hours I've been awake?
87 hours.
Almost four days and nights.
And you can't go to sleep, is that it?
No, doctor. Not can't, I mustn't!
I mustn't go to sleep because if I do I'll never wake up.
Thanks.
Mm-hm.
You mind if I walk around a bit?
It's the only way I can stay awake.
Stand on your head if you think it will help.
What's funny?
You are. Are you sure you're a psychiatrist?
Why do you ask?
I expected something different.
Like an old man with a white beard
and a German accent?
Maybe.
I know.
That's what everybody expects,
and they're always disappointed.
You know, I've often thought of wearing a disguise.
Yeah, now,
feel more comfortable?
Look, doctor.
You can't help me.
I'm just wasting your time.
You're sure of that?
Yeah.
Then why'd you come to me?
It was Fred Jackson's idea, my regular doctor.
I know, he called me.
What did he say?
Not much.
Your name, Edward hall.
Age, 35, occupation, draftsman.
Single, heart condition, no history of mental diseases.
That's it.
Are you going to tell me the rest?
No. No, forget it.
Okay.
Mr. Hall.
Do you really think running away
will do you any good?
Now don't get me wrong.
Sometimes running a way is the bes tanswer.
But I don't know tha t yours is tha t sort of problem.
Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.
You do what you like.
You promise you won't put me in a straitjacket?
I don't promise anything.
Okay.
Okay. It doesn't make any difference.
Can I open this?
Quite a drop.
Uh, Mr. Hall, I'll, uh...
I'll have to close the window.
I only wanted some air.
Well, I'll, uh,
turn the conditioner up.
It works best with the windows closed.
Did you think I'd jump?
You might have.
Not a chance. I want to live.
That's my problem.
Oh?
All right, Mr. Hall, suppose you tell me
all about it. Everything.
Start anywhere.
Okay, but I'm warning you
you're gonna think I lost my marbles.
No. Marbles can be found, Mr. Hall.
Go on.
Did you ever look at this picture?
I mean, really look at it?
I think so, why?
Has it ever moved?
Not to my knowledge, anyway.
I can make it move.
Can you?
Yes.
But not really.
When I was a kid, we had a picture like this in our house.
Not the same thing exactly, but pretty close.
A boat.
M y mo ther used to tell me to I ook a t it.
She said if I I ooked a t it long enough it would move.
All I had to do was keep looking a tit.
I didn't believe her, but the idea fascinated me.
One night I spent a whole hour just staring at that silly boat.
And did it move?
Yes.
Now, you understand, there's nothing strange about that.
It was an optical illusion.
Yeah, I know
except that after a while, I couldn't control it.
Every time I looked at that boat, the sails would fill,
and they would begin to dip.
I just couldn't stop it.
Imagination is strong in a growing boy.
Yeah, I realize that.
I realized it even then.
But the point is,
I got just as scared as if it were really happening.
The mind is everything.
If you think you've got a pain in your arm,
and there's no physical reason for it,
it hurts just the same, doesn't it?
Granted.
Is that how you manage to stay awake?
How else?
How many grains a day?
I don't know
I haven't got much longer anyway.
You want to hear the rest or not?
Yes.
When I was 15, I developed a rheumatic heart.
They said I'd never really get well.
That I'd have to take it easy.
No strenuous exercise.
No long walks,
no stairs, no shocks.
Avoid any kind of shock, they said.
They forgot about my imagination.
Three years ago, a woman was killed by a man
who was hidden in the backseat of her car.
You may have read about it. I did.
Anyway, it started me thinking.
Maybe somebody was hiding in the backseat of my car.
Maybe one night driving over Laurel canyon,
I'd look up in the rear-view mirror.
And I'd see somebody or something
coming up out of the darkness.
I had to drive the canyon twice a da y.
I t's a rough road.
One slip and you're over the edge.
One night, like every other night, I headed for home.
Suddenl y, I fel t uncomf or table,
as if I weren'talone in the car.
It was ridicul ous, but I couldn't shake the sensa tion.
I kept thinking there's s omebod y ba ck there.
I'll look in the rear-view mirror and I'll see his face.
Then I'll see his hands reaching up,
here's the important thing, doc Tor.
I knew intellectuall y tha t I was alone.
But ialso knew tha t my ima Gina tion
would make me see something if I though tabou t it I ong enough.
Of course, there wasn't anyone else in the car.
It was all in my mind.
What difference did that make? I crashed anyway.
I was lucky.
The shock should have killed me.
I couldn't survive another one, the doctor said.
I could be sure of that.
And has there been another one?
But there will be, just as soon as I fall asleep.
The girl will be in this dream again.
And it'll be the last shock.
When I was a kid, I used to dream in sequence.
Remember the adventure serials
they used to have in movie theaters?
It was like that.
Every dream was a chapter.
I'd always remember because when I woke up,
I'd write down what happened.
It's crazy, huh?
Not necessarily.
It could simply be that the dreams conformed to the notes,
not the other way around.
Then you don't think it's possible to dream in episodes?
I don't say it's impossible.
It isn't. Believe me.
For a long time, I didn't dream at all.
Then a week ago, it started.
I went to bed at around 11:30.
I wasn't too tired, but I needed the rest because of my heart.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but all of a sudden,
I wasn't at home anymore.
I was at an amusement park.
It was the kind of pla oe you see onl y in nightmares,
ever ything wa rped and twisted out of shape,
but it was real, too. Veryreal.
Hurry, hurry, hurry,
this is where you get those big prizes.
Six shots for a dime.
Hit the bull's-eye and you get a kewpie doll.
How about it? Come on.
Ten cents. Ten pennies.
Hurr y hurr y, hurr y, friends,
the show is about to begin.
See her dance. See her wiggle.
The mos t sensa tional
and ele c trif ying exhibition since little eg ypt.
You're not gonna be able to see anything
standing out there. You've gotta get down closer.
Right down close. Tha t's it, not too close.
Le t's no t tra mple ea ch other.
Now, you say you want fat ones? We got 'em.
You say you want thin ones? We've got them.
Blonds, brunettes, redheads, and believe me, folks,
if they ain't up here, they ain't worth looking at.
And noi/I/, to give you a little demons tra tion
of what? t you're going to see on the inside,
Maya, the cat girl!
Come on, baby.
We know you're modest,
but why should the folks out there
take my word for it?
I didn't know who the girl wa s.
I 'd never seen her before.
Butas much as I was drawn to her,
I knewi had to ge ta way from her.
There wa s something about her eyes.
Something deep inside those dark ca t's eyes.
Maya.
Why did you do that?
Why did I do what?
Run away.
I felt like it.
You didn't find me nice to look at?
Yeah, maybe too nice.
Aren't you supposed to be back there
entertaining the customers?
I'm free. For the night.
Are you alone?
Yes.
Then come with me.
You want to. Don't you, Edward?
How do you know my name?
Oh, I know a lot of things. I'm Maya.
Don't be afraid.
I'm not.
Then come.
You are afraid.
Only because this isn't happening.
This is a dream.
I'm not here, I'm at home, asleep
and you're part of that dream.
I know that.
You do?
Of course.
Come.
Take me in there, Edward.
It's dark inside.
Soft and cool and dark.
Please?
How can I argue with a dream?
We've been expecting you, Mr. Hall.
What?
You can kiss me now.
What if I don't want to?
Oh, you want to.
Look, who's dream is this, anyway?
Tha t's when I knew she was trying to kill me.
And you woke up then?
Yes.
My heart was beating fast.
I had to lie still for an hour waiting for it to settle down.
The doctor said I almost had it.
Tell me, do you know who the girl was?
No idea.
She looked familiar, but I know I've never seen her before,
except maybe on the street or something.
But you're sure she wanted to kill you?
Yeah.
Go on.
The next night I put off going to sleep until 1:00.
But it didn't matter.
The dream was out of control.
I was back in the amusement park.
I was running.
Edward.
Ed wa rd!
Get away from me.
There's nothing to be afraid of, Edward.
It's only a dream.
I've got a heart condition.
I can't stand all this excitement.
That's silly. There isn't any excitement.
You said so yourself.
You're at home, asleep in bed.
Now you can do all the things you can't do when you're awake.
That's not true. The doctor said...
Look Edward,
Look, Edward, look.
Come on, Edward, it's fun!
Come on.
? I didn't want to go anywhere near tha t roller ooaster,
but I couldn't help myself
I had to follow her,
even though I knewexactl y what? t it would mean,
I had to follow her.
Hold on, Edward.
Stop it! Stop it!
They can't. It's too late.
I've got to get off! I've got to get off!
Jump, Edward, jump!
Jump, ed wa rd, jump!
And is tha t it?
Yeah, that's it.
If I go to sleep I'll go right back to the roller coaster.
Maya will reach me.
She'll push me.
And that'll be the end of me.
On the other hand, if I stay awake any longer,
the strain will be too much for my heart.
And that'll be the end of me.
Heads, you win. Tails, I lose.
It's quite a choice, huh, doctor?
Where are you going?
Out, to get some fresh air.
I wouldn't advise it.
What do you advise? A straitjacket?
So long, doc.
You can't do anything more for me.
Maya!
What's the matter, hall?
It's her.
My receptionist?
I'm sorry, but her name doesn't happen to be Maya.
Miss Thomas?
Yes, doc Tor?
Would you come here, please?
I'm afraid he's dead.
But he came in just a minute ago.
I know.
When he came in, I told him to sit down and he did.
In less than two seconds he was asleep.
And then he ga ve tha t scream you heard.
Hearta tta ck?
Proba bl y.
Well, I guess there are worse ways to go.
At least he died peacefully.
They sa ya dream takes onl ya se oond or so,
yet in tha t second, a man can livea lifetime.
He can suffer an die,
and who's to sa y which is the grea ter reali Ty?
The one we know or the one in dreams?
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