꿈 이야기 속 구원과 자아 발견의 테마

### 의미에 대한 탐구: 꿈과 자아 발견을 통한 여정
* 🎉 대화는 한 캐릭터가 다른 캐릭터의 인상적인 어획물을 칭찬하는 가벼운 순간으로 시작하여 **비둘기 먹이주기와 "메리 포핀스"의 기발한 주제에 대한 토론**으로 전환됩니다.
* 🎬 이 캐릭터는 가족과 즐거움의 중요성에 대한 영화의 메시지를 **자신의 목표 달성에도 불구하고 공허함과 불만족**을 느끼는 자신의 감정과 대비시키며 반성합니다.
* 🔍 복수를 위한 노력과 잃어버린 도구를 되찾는 등 과거의 고군분투가 드러나며, **인간이 오용한 강력한 루비를 되찾기 위한 전투**가 절정에 달합니다.
* 💔 힘을 되찾은 후, 그는 예상치 못한 기진맥진함과 실망감을 느끼며 **퀘스트를 달성해도 기대했던 만큼의 만족감**을 얻지 못했다는 사실을 깨닫습니다.
* 💬 "당신은 의인화된 의인화로는 가장 어리석고 자기 중심적이며 끔찍한 변명입니다."라고 다른 캐릭터가 그를 꾸짖으며 **자기 연민에도 불구하고 그의 안녕을 걱정하는 마음**을 강조합니다.
* 🦋 등장인물들이 존재의 자연스러운 순환과 죽음이라는 개념에 대한 인류의 두려움에 대해 이야기하면서 대화는 **삶과 죽음에 대한 더 깊은 탐구**로 전환됩니다.
* 🎶 내러티브는 화해와 이해의 느낌으로 마무리되며, 한 등장인물이 **가족과 책임에 대해 배운 교훈에 감사를 표**하며 새로운 목적을 암시합니다.
* 🌌 궁극적으로 이 이야기는 존재의 복잡성, 의미 찾기, 연결의 중요성에 대해 성찰하며 **등장인물들에게 희망과 가능성**을 남깁니다.

꿈은 복수의 공허함을 드러내며 과거의 퀘스트를 넘어 새로운 목적을 찾도록 촉구합니다.

[Music] [Music] [Music] Hey, Messer, that was a killer catch, man. Totally wicked. Can I have the ball back? H. Oh, this here. Thanks. You want to play ball? No, no, thank you. I am feeding the pigeons. That's [Music] cool. What are you doing? Feeding the pigeons. You do that too much, and you know what? You get fat pigeons. That's a line for Mary Poppins. I love that movie. You ever see it? No. There's this guy who's utterly a banker, and he doesn't have time for his family or for living or anything. In Mary Poppins, she comes down from the clouds, and she shows him what's important: fun, flying kites, all that stuff, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. What? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious? Utterly fantabulous word, huh? It means, you know, great, wonderful, ginchi, gnarly, peachy-keen, a joke. It's a cute movie. Maybe not everybody's thing, but you know Dick Van

dijk's British accent defies belief. He eats a jolly old day with you, Mary Poppins. You know, cute. Okay, what's the matter? What do you mean, what's the matter? I know something's wrong. I mean, look at you sitting here moping. It isn't like you. No, perhaps it isn't. I don't know what's wrong, but you're right. Something is the matter. When they captured me, imprisoned me in their box, I had just one thought: Revenge. By the time I freed myself, my original captor had gone the way of Mortals, and I took my Vengeance on his son. It felt fine, I suppose, but it didn't feel as satisfying as I had expected. In the interim, my dream world had fallen apart. I needed my tools, long since stolen and Scattered. One by one, I found them. Eventually, I found them. The pouch was relatively easy to regain. The helmet, I challenged a demon, Dar, the hordes of Hell, faced down Lucifer himself, huh? That left only the Ruby. The Ruby was a human, had been using it. I hate to

think what toll it must have taken on his mind, on his soul. We fought in dreams. The stone, no longer mine, was sucking me into its fabric. It was terrible, and thinking it was my life. He was crashing. He destroyed the Ruby. He destroyed it. It freed me, more than that. It freed everything of me that was in the stone. I got it all back. I was more powerful than I had been in eons. I returned the human to the mad house. You see, until then, I'd been driven. I'd had a true Quest, a purpose beyond my function, and then suddenly, the quest was over. I felt drained, disappointed, let down. Does that make sense? I had been sure that as soon as I had everything back, I'd feel good, but inside, I felt worse than when I started. I feel like nothing there. You asked. I'm sorry, maybe I don't have an answer. Have you finished? Yes. You could have called me, you know. I didn't want to worry you. I don't believe it. Let me tell you something, dream, and I'm only going

to say it once so you'd better pay attention. You are utterly the stupidest, most self-centered, appalling excuse for an anthropomorphic personification on this or any other plane. An infantile, adolescent, pathetic specimen feeling all sorry for yourself because your little game is over and you haven't got the balls to go and find a new one. I don't believe this dream. You're as bad as desire or worse. Didn't it occur to you that I'd be worried silly about you? Hey, I didn't think. That's exactly it. You didn't. You lumik, you overgrown bubble-headed. Oh wow, give me strength. Another killer catch. You're as mean a ball player as your friend here. He's not my friend, he's my brother, and he's an idiot. Just feeding the birds. Look, I can't stay all day. I've got work to do. You can come with me or you can stay here in silk. I don't mind either way. I'll come with you, I suppose. Don't do me any favors. So, so hey Fox, like uh you.

want a soda. Can I see you again? Sure, Franklin. You'll see me again soon. Okay, hey, uh, how'd you know my name's Franklin? Soundless, we travel. No head's turn to mark our passing. The churning crowd parts as we walk through it, looking everywhere else but not at us. In the world of the waking, of the living, we move as silent as a breath of cool wind. As we pass them, people shiver and look away, mutter to each other. Feels like someone walking over my grave, I heard one man say. Like someone just walked over my grave. Violin music echoes down the stairway, sounding frail and out of place. I recognize the tune, although it is being played very badly. I heard it last in London 200 years ago. Can you Ro Romany? Can you P flash? Can you rock Romany? Can you fake a bu? Yes, I can patter Romany. Harry, can you? I didn't hear nobody come in. Can I P Romany? Not so good, but I can fake a bush.

means to play the fiddle. I'm not real Romany. Used to play the restaurants and clubs when I was younger. Scarf around my head. You pick up [Music] stuff. Nah, I'm no Gypsy. I'm a yid, an old Jew dying lonely in New York. You know, yes, I know who you are, Harry. Do you know who I am? You, you're no, not yet. Please, I, yeah, I know who you [Music] are. Excuse me, something I got to say. I always used to wonder if I would, but you know what they say. Shar Isel adoi. Ado adad hero Israel. The Lord Our God, the Lord is one. I look so empty. I look so old. It's good that I said the Shar. My old man always said it guaranteed you a place in heaven if you believe in heaven. So I'm dead now. What? Now's when you find out, Harry. She draws him close. From the darkness, I hear the beating of Mighty Wings. I thought he was sweet, didn't you? Sweet. I do not know.

perhaps my sister when I was captured. It was not me they wanted; it was you. Yeah, I know. Come on, I don't want to miss this next [Music]. One afternoon, nobody wants comedy; they want to drink in peace, make assignations, do their deals. Es has to fight for every laugh she gets. Seriously, don't you ever wonder about Batman? It beats waiting tables. How he got started, her hands are sweating. I can see him over breakfast saying to his wife, Morning, hun. Listen, I got something to tell you. I, uh, I quit the job at the Ad Agency. So, what are you going to do now, Ralphie, huh? I got it all figured out. I'm going to dress up like a bat and fight crime. You're going to what, Ruffy? Have you talked this over with your analyst? And what about Robin? Now that kid was... But if they had captured you, the consequences... I want to hear this. Hey, my bell, reach out and kill someone. And this deep voice says, Well, there's more where that came from. They like her waves of approval of

sweet laughter washed over her. Now she's going places, huh? She's a scream, those [ __ ]. I don't believe it, that screw and Mik was live, those cheap no good. Who are you? I just realized that's every comedian's nightmare, huh? Dying on stage. I thought you were really funny. No, but I would have been. Oh, I couldn't have had a few more lousy years. I would have made it to the top. Why? Sorry, Esme, your time was up. Come here, honey. I hear the sound of her wings gets me down too. Mostly, they aren't too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands, but they enter your realm each night without fear, and I am far more terrible than you, my sister. GUI GUI go, you [Music] go. Papa Pap papa papa. But is that all there was? Is that all I get? Yes, I'm afraid so. The sound of wings. Hello, beautiful. Mama's got you something lovely, honey. No [Music] oh, I find myself wondering about.

Humanity, their attitude to my sister's gift, is so strange. Why do they fear the sunless lands? It is as natural to die as it is to be born, but they fear her, dread her feebly. They attempt to cate her; they do not love her. Many thousands of years ago, I heard a song in a dream, a mortal song that celebrated her gift. I still remember it. Death is before me today, like the recovery of a sick man, like going forth into a garden after sickness. Death is before me today, like the odor of myrrh, like sitting under a sail in a good wind. Death is before me today, like the course of a stream, like the return of a man from the war galley to his house. Death is before me today, like the home that a man longs to see after years bent as a captive. That forgotten poet understood her gifts. My sister has a function to perform, even as I do. The endless have their responsibilities; I have responsibilities. I walk by her side and

the Darkness lifts from my soul. I walk with her, and I hear the gentle beating of Mighty Wings. You have taught me something I had forgotten. I thank you, my sister. That's what family's about. Well, brother, listen, I've got to head back soon. It was good seeing you. Just one last appointment, and then I have to go. You have given me much to think about. Yo, Franklin, I'm telling you, man, she said she'd see me again soon, and she knew my name. That's one bad lady. Get the ball bug. [Applause] Brain, Franklin. Wow, when that car came out, I thought I was gone for sure. That what you thought, huh? Hey, it's you. When you said you'd see me again soon, I didn't think you meant this soon. Hold that thought, Franklin. See you, dream. Don't be a stranger. Okay, now before you say anything else, you better come over here. There's something you maybe ought to see. Goodbye, sister. There is much to do in My Kingdom, much to restore, much to

create but that can wait. I have found the solace I sought, though not in the way I imagined. From dreams, I conjure a handful of yellow grain. I throw the grain into the air, and I hear it, the sound of wings. [Music] ch [Music] [Music] [Music]

The Sandman: The Sound Of Her Wings - Motion Comic

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대화는 체포되어 감옥에 갇힌 캐릭터가 체포범의 아들에게 복수를 하려는 이야기를 중심으로 전개됩니다.

도난당한 도구를 되찾고 더 강력해진 주인공은 퀘스트가 끝나자 지치고 실망합니다.

캐릭터는 목표를 달성한 후 공허함과 목적의 부재에 시달리며 불만족을 느낍니다.

화자는 의인화된 인물이 자기 중심적이고 한심하다고 비판하며 주도성 부족에 대한 좌절감을 표현합니다.

등장인물의 동생도 언급되며 함께 시간을 보내는 것에 대해 짧은 대화를 나눕니다.

두 사람은 군중 사이를 조용히 걸어 다니며 눈에 띄지 않게 움직이고 사람들은 그들의 존재에 반응하며, 바이올린은 익숙하지만 잘 연주되지 않는 곡을 연주합니다.

뉴욕에 사는 유대인 노인인 화자는 음악가로서의 과거와 정체성에 대한 고민을 회상합니다.

그는 해리와의 교감의 순간을 공유하며 서로 얽힌 역사를 드러냅니다.

대화는 생계의 어려움과 꿈을 좇는 희생에 대한 이야기와 함께 더 큰 목적을 위해 싸우는 것에 대한 이야기로 이어집니다.

화자는 여동생을 의인화하여 죽음에 대한 인류의 두려움과 공포에 대해 이야기합니다.

죽음은 삶에서 자연스러운 역할임에도 불구하고 사람들은 죽음의 선물을 받아들이기보다는 회피하고 수용하려 합니다.

화자는 죽음의 역할을 찬양한 잊혀진 시인의 노래를 떠올리며 화자와 여동생의 공동 책임을 강조합니다.

화자는 소중한 교훈을 전해주는 자매 인물과 함께 걷는 동안 고단함에서 벗어나는 기분을 느낍니다.

친구인 프랭클린과의 우연한 만남은 이야기의 강렬함을 더합니다.

화자는 노란 곡식을 떠올리고 날개 소리를 듣는 것으로 상징되는 꿈에서 위안을 얻습니다.