So far untitled

Section of script for a new screenplay I am currently working on

Heather:  “How can you tell if you are dreaming Doctor? … Sometimes I don’t know whether I am asleep or awake”

Hargreaves:    “I guess thats the mystery of consciousness my dear,  you never can.  Once you’re in the thralls of your own mind everything can seem so gut wrenchingly real, even as a polkadot elephant passes you a flower.”

Doctor Hargreaves offers a smile and puts his hand on Heather’s arm which is resting on the table.  he gives it a reassuring squeeze.  

Hargreaves:  “How has she been?”

Heather:  “I don’t know how to understand it.  I don’t know who this woman is.  She..scares me.”

Hargreaves:    “The mind is a scary thing Heather.”

Heather:   “She watches me while I sleep you know”

Hargreaves:    “Nonsence Heather, its nothing more than sleepwalking”

Heather:  “Her eyes are open, they stare at me”

Hargreaves:    “They may be open, but they cannot see.  Probably looking at that polkadot elephant”