Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've probably guessed that by now.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Sleep is vital. Sleep is wonderful. Even I sleep.
A new life form!
Engineering stress assessors?
Let's get on with it.
What did you think you were doing?!
.. assess stress...
So...
Leave the Rip Van Winkles behind
He's the well-spring.
Nagata, are you OK?
'Quite a baptism of fire, I'm afraid.'
Deep-Ando can you hear me?
But how does the dust become those creatures?
- There's something not right here. - We don't have helmet cams.
Hey! Sandy!
Septembrie 15, 1972
- What about the others? - I don't know. - We have to go after them!
We spend a third of our lives asleep. And time is money.
- This doesn't make any sense. - What?
You don't understand, do you?
'I'd love to.'
The one thing they couldn't get their filthy mitts on.
.
Then we can all be together,
'Likes to think of himself as the joker of this little group.
Hmm. Clever, that.
Septembrie 11, 1972
No, I can't leave them!
Thing is, you see, this message, this testament,
What about us? We've all used the pods back on Triton.
There's nothing here from Chopra's point of view
Come on.
someone's...
He really knew his stuff.
'It's very amusing.'
Where are they, then?
Look, we've got to get out of here!
That's insane. That's HORRIBLE!
In the absence of any further communication with Chief Nagata
because he refuses to use Morpheus.
I can do this! I can fix this!
and it just moons around like a love-sick puppy!
Morpheus's first client.
Sleep isn't just a function. It's blessed.
Argh, this day couldn't get any worse!
'Your lives may depend on it.'
There have always been rumours, mutterings about hidden streets.
That's you, looking at me.
Really look.
The pod sends out a coded electronic signal
Listen to him, for God's sake!
Do I look like I'm kidding?
- What? - People talk.
Anyway, you'll see. He...
An electronic signal that affects the sleep centres of the brain.