"Then, the guy hits the ping pong ball with his dick, and it goes into the other guy's mouth." "I have a note for you." "Wendy said to give you this." "I'm like a mailman." "What's it say?" ""We need to talk."" "When a chick says that, you might as well punch yourself in the balls." " Are you sure he has a problem?" " I've read all about it." "It's a real disease." "It's called hoarding." "People who can't throw anything away, and they live in deeper and deeper filth until the people around them can't take it anymore." "Is something wrong?" "We need to talk about your locker." "My locker?" "Every time I see the condition it's in, I wanna cry." "It keeps getting messier and messier." "I think you have a problem." "Are you serious?" "It's full of junk, it takes you forever to find anything." "And lately, you've been asking to keep things in my locker." " It's just a little messy." " It's called hoarding." "If you don't get help, I won't be with you much longer." " Come on." " Can we throw some stuff away?" "All right." "I've hired some experts to help you." "We'll make this as easy as possible." "Hello, everyone." "My name is Dr. Chinstrap." "I'm a hoarding specialist." "We'll help Stan clean out this locker." "Let's go ahead and see inside your locker." "Come on." "It's not that bad." "As part of Stan's therapy, we need to make sure we don't throw away anything he doesn't want us to." "Stan needs to feel he's in control, or his psychosis will come out." "My psychosis?" "It isn't that big a deal." "I'll just throw this stuff away." "Great." "How about we start with this?" "That's pencil box." "I need my pencil box." "We'll put that on the floor." "How about this?" "Broken toothbrush." "It's good to have that when I wanna brush after lunch..." " But it's broken." " But it works fine..." "Broken toothbrush is going right here, by the pencil box." "Now, how about this?" "Old sandwich in a baggie filled with maggots." "That..." "I mean, yeah..." "I kind of need that." "Let's keep that." "It's full of maggots." "Can we throw it away?" "I might need it if I ever have to..." "The maggots are crawling and biting my wrist." " Can we throw this away?" " I guess so, but..." "This is happening a little fast." "Can we slow down?" "How about this empty bottle?" "Don't throw that out." "Can we throw out these wadded up papers, then?" "There could be something written that is important." "Don't take my empty bottle." "Get me back my sandwich." "What's wrong with you?" "I don't know." "Maybe you should go talk to the counselor." "As your counselor," "I'm here to help you with whatever problems you have." "What is the matter?" "My friends are worried that I'm showing signs of... hoarding." "Hoarding?" "What's that?" "It's when you don't throw anything away, and soon you find yourself living with a bunch of junk." "I haven't heard of that, but definitely sounds bad." "Is there anything maybe you want to talk about?" "Me?" "Like what?" "You've got an old milk carton here from a month ago..." "Don't you touch that." "That's not something to throw away." "If you throw that away, I will rape you in the mouth." "I will rape you in your fucking mouth." "There's no doubt." "The school counselor is a class-5 hoarder." "As for your son, he's easily class 3." "But why is Mr. Mackey doing this now?" "Our son has always been fairly clean." "We don't know what causes hoarding, but we do know it often relates to some kind of psychological trauma." "If it's okay, we'll run some tests of the both of them." "Is that really necessary for Stan?" "It's just his locker." "I don't know if you realize how serious locker hoarding is." "It can lead to room hoarding, then house hoarding." "It some cases, people even hoard animals, like cats." "Like that weird guy over on Burges Road." "That guy, Mr. Yelman, he's been hoarding animals for years." "Really?" "Mr. Yelman, we've received disturbing reports that you might be hoarding sheep." "That is..." "It's okay." "I'm a hoarding specialist." "What you have is an illness." "Don't worry, Mr. And Mrs. Marsh." "Dr. Chinstrap is a professional at memory regression." "This should prove very helpful." "All right, everyone." "We're all here to face the disease of hoarding together." "Nothing to be ashamed of, everyone here has the same problem." "Whether it's office hoarding, or in the locker," " or even the hoarding of animals." " Excuse me..." "I am a sheep herder." "It's pronounced "hoarder," and yes you are." "But, I'm actually herding sheep." "You are herding sheep by hoarding them." "It's good you realize that." " But I just thought..." " Listen." "There's a psychological reason you're doing this, and we'll get to the bottom of it." "When I do some regression therapy, I'll be taking you deep into your memories, into your past." "That sounds like it could be bad." "Trust me." "I know what I'm doing." "I want the three of you to relax and think about... a cloud." "A lone cloud." "Floating." "Changing." "Light, cool air... blowing on the could." "Float..." "What?" "Sorry, a weird gas bubble for a sec." "Anyway, a lone cloud." "Floating." "Wisps of cool air." "Now, the cloud is near you." "You reach out to it." "It's the cloud of your memories, of your past." "Your childhood, perhaps." "What do you see in the cloud?" "Who is in the cloud?" "Billy?" "Billy Thompson?" "There he is." "Hi, Billy." "Nice to see you." "Come here." "Actually need to get home." "You snitched and told the principal I was smoking." "Smoking's bad." "You're gonna die." "Hold his legs." "Come back here." "They're gone." "It's m'kay." "Calm down." "I'm gonna turn on the light." " What?" "What I am doing here?" " Be quiet." " Excuse me, where are we?" " You gotta be quiet." " Billy Thompson's out there." " What the hell's going on?" "What the hell is going on?" "The counselor's flat-top readers are calculating with the boy's and the sheep hoarder's." "What does that mean?" "It's mean Mr. Mackey's childhood regression dream is... so vivid it actually sucked the other two patients into it." "I'm afraid you son has gone into his counselor's dream." "Come on, that's stupid." "How's that even possible?" "It's not stupid at all." "Pinkerton, you explain the logic, and I'll provide the background." "All right." "It is possible to enter into someone else's dreams." "Send dream trackers to go into a person subconscious, like a spy seeing their dreams as they see them." "Perhaps even planting ideas." "If one person is regressing deeply enough, the dream can actually envelop those dreaming around the first person who's dreaming." "And then, everyone in the dream would be in danger of never coming back." "My bedroom." "This is my happy place." "Lite-Brite, making things with light" "Outta sight, making things with Lite-Brite" " What are you doing?" " This is a Lite-Brite." "I can make things with light, like a bird, clowns." "Come on, you gotta wake up." "My Evel Knievel doll!" "I can take the motorcycle." "I put this on the thingy like this." "Crank it back, now let go." "This might be fun for you, but it totally isn't for me." "Look what's on." "It's Zoom." "Excuse me, I really need to get back to my sheep." "I'm working on it." "Write zoom "z, double o, m."" "Box 350, Boston, Mass, 02134." "Wake up." "You're a grown man in a psychiatrist office." "You can hide in your house for now, but tomorrow with the field trip, Frisco Woods, and I'm gonna do things to you you'll never forget." "No, please." "I'm really sorry about the smoking thing." "See you in the woods tomorrow, dead man." "Is that why we're here?" "Did something really bad happen?" "It's probably gonna be bad." "What kind of hoarding specialist are you?" "You trapped our son in his counselor's subconscious, and you're saying he could die?" "Believe me, this is the last thing I wanted to have happened." "That's it." " What are you doing?" " I'm going in." "If they're locked into his regression, maybe I can be too." "Are you crazy?" "Mackey is in a very unstable state." "Damn your incongruities." "I'm going in after my son." "It's a world where Mackey can imagine himself to be anything." "It's dangerous." "I said get me in there." "You wanna risk your ass, fine." "You see a cloud." "It's a fluffy cloud, floating, happy." "Happy fluffy cloud." "You reach out to it." "All right, kids." "Everyone on the bus." " Where are we now?" " It's the day of the big field trip." "Come on." "We're waiting for you." "Jesus!" "You have to wake up." "I don't belong here." "I need to have my own regression therapy." "Everyone on the bus now." "We're running late." "Excuse me, I'm actually a sheep herder." "It's pronounced "hoarder."" "And if you are, you talk to the school counselor." "But I'm..." "I don't want to go in your field trip." "Dad?" "Is that you?" "Yes, it's me." " Where are you?" " It's me, up here." "I'm a butterfly." "What are you doing?" "I'm flying free with my beautiful butterfly wings." " Did you come here to help me?" " I was gonna, but this is fun." "You gotta bring us back to reality." "Butterflies have no concerns for such things." "I'm gonna go find me some butterfly poon." " Something's wrong." " What is it?" "The father, he's gone completely off chart." "What does that mean?" "We don't even know." "I told him not to go into the dream after his son." "He should have waited for the experts to get here." "Who're the experts?" "Get that door closed." "Keep me covered." " Good, you're here." " What's the sitch?" "Four people in there, stuck in the middle one's dream." "We need to move them to the next level before the projections kill them." "What next level?" "All right, look." "Right now, they're trapped in a dream." "We need to go in and put them under, to go into a dream within a dream." " Why?" " In a dream with a dream, we can protect them from limbo." " What's that?" " Empty scary dream space." " Like a nightmare?" " Like a nightmare within a nightmare." " Why can't you wake up from that?" " You can, but someone inside has to kick you awake." "That doesn't sound difficult." " It's is." " Why?" "We don't have time." "So, you'll take my son to a dream with a dream, then, what?" "We go to your husband's dreams." "But he'll think we're in Hasselbeck's dreams." " Who's Hasselbeck?" " I am." "Wait, no." "What do we need a football player?" "Sometimes, thoughts of my dead wife manifest themselves as strains." "Are you all saying that you can go into a dream and take people in that dream into their own dreams?" "Not all the time, just this once, and maybe one other time." "It's so complex and cool." "Just because an idea is overly complex doesn't make it cool." "Going to multiple dream levels sounds really stupid." "You're not smart enough." "Let's move." "Will they be able to wake Mackey up?" "If they don't, it will be the end of Europe." " Why?" " Because." "Hello, kids." "My name is ranger Pete." "Hi, ranger Pete." "Hi, ranger Pete." "Today, we'll learn all about these amazing evergreens and its fragile ecosystem." "That should be fun." "But first, we have a very special guess." "It's Woodsy Owl." " Oh boy, Woodsy Owl!" " Who's that?" ""Give a hoot, don't pollute."" "Hi, I'm Woodsy Owl." "Reminding you all to please pick up your trash and keep our forest clean." "In the city or in the woods" "Help keep America looking good" "I love that song." "All right, kids." "Time to split up and go into the forest." "Let's divide you into groups of six." "We wanna be in Mackey's group." "That's m'kay." "We'll get paired with someone else." "That's fine, you six boys can be our first group in." "Oh God, here it comes." "Is this the dream, or the dream within a dream?" "I think it's the dream inside the Matrix inside the dream." "Oh well, just keep shooting." "What the fuck?" "Mommy?" "So, all those people in there are somehow trapped in one person's dream?" "That's why I called the fire department." "I don't know where else to turn." "But if those people got stuck in there, why wouldn't we?" "It's very simple, you see..." "When the experts go in, they attempt to take the subject to dream within a dream." " Like a taco within a taco?" " A Double Decker Taco Supreme." "Exactly." "But only dream spies have the ability to go deeper into dream levels." "And firemen have the ability to bring ladders into dreams." "How could you take a ladder into a dream?" "Because the firemen dreams aren't like dreams at all." "They're more like a dream with a matrix within a dream." "Somebody ordered a pizza?" " Probably one of them in the dream." " All right, I'm going in." "If we can get fire department into the counselor's dream, we can jump everyone down at least another six dream levels." "That way, we'll be in the counselor's deepest level of subconscious." "And it will be like a taco inside a taco within a Taco Bell that's inside a KFC within a mall that's inside your dream!" "Not again!" " Stop running." " But they're gonna kick my butt." "Look." "Whatever happened with those bullies, you have to face it." "It's just a dream." "You can control what happens." "Stand up to them." "I don't remember what they did." "I just remember the field trip went bad." "There he is." "You can't run forever." "Oh God..." "Go and face it." "So we'll get out of here and find out why we're hoarding." " But I literally herd sheep." " Shut up." "I can do this." "I'll stand and face what happens." "Somebody... ordered a pizza?" "Mr. Mackey must be dreaming about something extremely traumatic." "That's it." " Get your coat" " To go where?" "We need help from the most powerful dream infiltrator in the world." "You don't mean..." "Hello, Freddy." "Looking healthy." "Chinstrap, what happened?" "You ran out of stoolies to do your work?" "We're in a pickle again, and we need your help." "Got some people trapped inside a dream." "Told you a long time ago." "I gave that up." "There's some good men stuck in there." "I said I'm done with it." "Everything all right?" "It's fine." "Get back in the house." " Wife and kids." " No thanks to you." "We need you." "Like you needed me to kill those teenagers to stop the Russians?" "We had a country to protect." "Protect it yourself, this time." "I'm not working for the military anymore, Krueger." "Then, you should have no problem covering it up." "Some of those trapped are firemen, public servants, innocent in all of this." "All right, fine." "All right." "You won't hurt me this time." "I'm gonna stand up for myself." "You gonna fight back?" "I don't think so." "You can do it." "Go ahead and do your worse." "I'm facing you head on." "All right." "Take this." "Get the perimeter secure." "Make sure they're dead." "What?" "We got them." "The bad memories are dead." "All right, this is the fire department." "Do not panic." "Who are you?" "We came to rescue you from the bad guys in Mackey's dream." "Wouldn't it be better to face them?" "As long as the source of the drama's wiped out, the counselor can wake up." "Right." "So, why aren't we waking up?" "Unless the bullies aren't the source of the counselor's bad memory." "That's right." "They didn't even beat me up that day." "I ran away from them." "I remember." "I ran and I ran, and I hid in this building here." "And somebody was in there." "Somebody who talked to me real nice... then touched me somewhere bad." "Don't touch my pipi." "Please, I'll give a hoot." "I'll never litter again." "I'll keep all my trash." " What's happening?" " Dream conundrum." "This is bad." "What's going on?" "The bad memory is manifesting itself." "It didn't want to be exposed." "Our dream bullets don't hurt it." "No more Woodsy." "Wake up now." "He can't, don't you get it?" "We're all gonna go to limbo." "There's a real hoot for you." "It's dead." "It's finally dead." "Something's happening." "I'm getting bogart levels." "They're waking up." "They're coming to." "You're back, everyone." "Damn it." "If only I could have saved the sheep herder." "Did you find the painful source of your hoarding problems?" "I sure did." "Turns out he was molested by Woodsy Owl." "I'd completely blocked it from my memory." "So, he was hoarding, because when he threw things away, his subconscious would remember Woodsy's "Give a hoot, don't pollute", and touching his penis with his wing?" "That is so complex and cool." "Now that we've uncovered his source of hoarding, we can move on to yours." "Are you ready for your therapy?" "I think I have a better idea." "Did you find out why you've been hoarding?" "I don't wanna know." "I'll just throw this crap away like I should have." "There must be something in your past you're not dealing with." "Don't care." "After going through all that crap," "I don't want any part of therapy." "How do you know... that wasn't your therapy?"