“..Hugo cradles the car. It’s Raining outside now. His world is collapsing and he can feel the reality of his situation closing in. He reaches out into the dark - to his brother; Georgi. He is desperate. Clinging.)
You’ve been in my dreams, for the first time in a long time. I haven’t dreamt in a long time.
But of you. Georgie. That’s your name! That was your name. With your ashen hair and clothes too small for your growing form. We were 4 feet tall.
Did you ever dream? Georgie? Nightmares though there were plenty.. Did you ever dream of not being small. I did. I used to dream that I was tall.
I used to dream my beard was worn.
And now.. I dream of gardening and torn banners.
It’s been so long since I’ve dreamt of a form but last night I dreamt of you. We were on that hill. We could hear the fireworks, far in the distance. Can you hear?
gunshots start fading in very slowly.
As if trying to cling to Georgi, to protect, to pull him back
Our father used to talk about them. About dreams. He’d say that your dream could set you free. He used to whisper that to us on the nights we couldn’t sleep as we marched through the field. Do you remember? Everyone else was praying but not our father. He’d dream instead. Every single night! I never really understood that.
gunshots getting louder - leading georgi away
But that night on the hill, after the fireworks and after the landmines, that was when I had my first dream. Because he couldn’t dream for us, (do it anymore) so I did. I dreamed for us and I dreamed for him.
Every night I dreamt that we would grow tall. That we would be set free.
distant sounds of muffled gunshots and landmines, screams
If I’m honest that’s all I have left of him. His face and name so distant now. They’re lost in the wind. But that stayed with me. He gave me that. He made me a dreamer, like him.
And it’s been so long since I’ve had a dream.
But last night Georgi I dreamt of you.
The dream builds, until they are in it. Hugo shows Georgi around. Gets on stool ? Puts Georgi on stool.
Hugo walks away and comes back
Desperately
And I want to tell you about it. I want to tell you how tall we were on that hill and I want you to see it! We were so tall we shot up into the sky - so far. So far up from 4 feet tall. We were so tall that through the clouds we could reach the fireworks that sounded so far away. But they weren’t. They were right here. Next to us. I didn’t understand at first, but then I realised.
sounds and gunshots, distant screams are overtaken by sounds of fireworks
Of course! Don’t you see? They were our dreams Georgie! We were so tall that we could pluck them from the clouds and hold them. In my dream there were so many dreams, waiting for us. We could never run out.
And I wanted to tell you. My brother, my Georgi. I wanted you to know.
The dream fades. Hugo is alone again. He shrinks.
I wish you could see it…”