Somewhere in Dreamland was a 1936 film based on the titular song. This film was part of Max Fleischer's Color Classics series. The film was produced by Max Fleischer, directed by Dave Fleischer, and was animated by Fleischer veterans Seymour Kneitel and Roland Crandall.
Contents Plot A young brother and sister carry a wagon through town, gathering wood planks and logs for their home stove. They pass by five merchants' shops: a tinker's, a tailor's, a toy merchant's, a butcher's, and a baker's. The children stop for a moment, to admire the confectioneries in the window. They lick the window to pretend they're tasting the cupcakes. As he sees the children, the friendly baker goes inside, and comes back with cupcakes for them, but the children have already left. The merchants gather to make a plan because they want to help those poor children. The children reach home, and they are welcomed by their mother with a kiss. They sit down to dinner: hard bread and flat water. The children eat quickly, with the boy saying "I'm still hungry, Ma." She then cries, because they are very poor, due to the Great Depression. The boy tries to make her feel better by assuring her that he was "only foolin'" and their mother kisses them good night. They get in their pajamas, and they each sing a part of the song, as they fall asleep beneath their very tattered sheets. The mother extinguishes the candle light, and sadly retires for the night.
In their sleep, they enter a land with a welcome sign, an arch of pillows with the word "Dreamland". They happily frolic through the wondrous land, which includes trees where they can pick beautiful clothes and shoes, a syrup river, an ice cream cone field with lilies pouring chocolate and caramel syrups, an animal cracker carousel, a field of popcorn-making corn stalks accompanied by literal buttercups to dip the popcorn in, wonderful toys, and two luxurious beds. They laugh happily, and fall asleep, only to wake up the next morning. To their surprise, a large feast is on the kitchen table, as well as toys and clothing surrounding the room, all of which was provided by the Merchants. The children look up to the kind merchants, asking twice if all these things are for them. The merchants nod and reply "All for you, yes!" The children shout in joy, and begin to eat. The boy, however, suspicious of this good fortune, sticks a fork in his bottom to ensure they aren't just dreaming again (they're not). The children laugh and continue to eat, as the chorus "Somewhere in dreamland, tonight" plays.
Song's lyrics I'll see you somewhere in dreamlandSomewhere in dreamland tonightOver a bridge made of moonbeamsWe'll find our clouds are silver lined Each little star in the cosmosShining our welcome so brightDreams will come true for me and youSomewhere in dreamland tonight Trivia
Popeye the Sailor Man is a cartoon fictional character, created by Elzie Crisler Segar, who has appeared in comic strips and theatrical and television animated cartoons. He first appeared in the dailyKing Features comic strip Thimble Theatre on January 17, 1929; Popeye became the strip's title in later years.
Although Segar's Thimble Theatre strip was in its tenth year when Popeye made his debut, the sailor quickly became the main focus of the strip and Thimble Theatre soon became one of King Features' most popular properties during the 1930s. Thimble Theatre was continued after Segar's death in 1938 by several writers and artists, most notably Segar's assistant Bud Sagendorf. The strip continues to appear in first-run installments in its Sunday edition, written and drawn by Hy Eisman. The daily strips are reprints of old Sagendorf stories.
In 1933, Max and Dave Fleischer's Fleischer Studios adapted the Thimble Theatre characters into a series of Popeye the Sailor theatrical cartoon shorts for Paramount Pictures. These cartoons proved to be among the most popular of the 1930s, and the Fleischers—and later Paramount's own Famous Studios—continued production through 1957. These cartoon shorts are now owned by Turner Entertainment, a subsidiary of Time Warner, and distributed by sister company Warner Bros. Entertainment.
Over the years, Popeye has also appeared in comic books, television cartoons, arcade and video games, hundreds of advertisements and peripheral products (ranging from spinach to candy cigarettes), and the 1980 live-action film directed by Robert Altman that starred comedian Robin Williamsas Popeye.
Bound to the One You Love
"A Cartoon Story"
by John Pirillo
She first realized she was bound to the one she loved when she had to come to his rescue against the Sea Gnats. They were an obscure life form found only in the lowest dimensions of her world. They obscured people's view of them, much like the legendary Sirens of Johnnie's world. They lured them into their hives, and then ate them.
In their less fettered forms, they resembled giant gnats, with multiple eyes, legs and legs. They had no hands, except as illusions. They were mainly eating machine and cutting machine. Mouths to eat their victims and legs to slash them to pieces.
Johnnie had made the mistake of using his newfound powers to touch one of the older Golden Age Magazine covers in the antique book store they had been looking through for information about zombies. Why zombies? Because that was one of the few creatures that didn't need an invite to enter Johnnie's world. Too many people believed in them and thus a portal was always open for them to charge onto Earth and deal their kind of death and destruction.
The newspapers always reported them as members of cults, or serial killers. Cults reported them as demons that had been summoned by them. But the average person just got attacked and assimilated into their hordes, which had been growing by leaps and bounds since she had entered Johnnie's world.
"Hey Glow!" Johnnie slung at her.
She looked up from the book in her lap. She sat in the dark. She didn't need the light next to her, because her body threw off enough light for a hundred light bulbs when she allowed it. She squinted at him. Her eyes were tired.
"Penny for your thoughts." He told her with a smile, slipping next to her on the couch, and putting an arm around her shoulders. She snuggled into him and told him what she was thinking.
"I can't always come to your rescue."
He turned around, letting go. She felt immediately abandoned, but said nothing.
He looked at her face. "Why would you have to? I can take care of myself."
"But what if one day you don't have a comic book on you, or one that doesn't allow you to become what's needed."
"Don't you believe in fate?"
"Yes. I do. The one we make for ourselves through our freewill."
He sighed, and then slipped further away from her.
"Okay. So I don't. Then I deal with it like I always do."
He got up. She could tell he was disgusted with the turn of her conversation. But she wouldn't let go of it. She was too worried. "You could die." She blurted out.
He stopped and looked at her sadly. "Everyone dies."
"But not the way you might."
He nodded, but went outside anyway, shutting the door behind him.
She shut her eyes, thinking why she had allowed herself to become so drawn to this human. He was still a child in so many ways. He didn't even pick up his socks when he threw them on the floor. Then she grinned. Neither did she, but then, she never wore them.
The front door banged open and Johnnie ran inside. "Get ready!"
She jumped up in alarm.
He grabbed her and swung her up into the air, laughing. "Dinner!"
They took the metro downtown to the Denny's he loved. Chicken sandwiches, thick shakes and curly fries.
"Fries. They're called fries. Curly fries."
"They taste sooooo good."
"It's the salt."
"Yeah. They bury them in salt."
She frowned. He laughed and squeezed her right hand.
"Not literally, it's just that these guys have got the French fry thing down. Give the people whatever they want, but make sure it's got lots of salt or sugar, or both on it, then they'll eat anything and love it."
"That's dishonest." She said, putting her curly fry down.
"But doesn't it make you mad?"
"Sure it does, but it sure tastes good." He said, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth.
She slapped him across his left arm with her handbag.
"Okay." He set down his next handful of fries and faced her. "It's like this. I can't change the world. I'm only one person."
"You can change it one fry at a time."
"Don't eat them."
"You've got to be kidding!"
"I'm not. Stop eating them. At least one of you won't be contributing to the lies."
"But then I'd be lying to myself."
"Because I do like them...salt and sugar and all."
With those words he shoved the rest of the curly fries into his mouth.
Across from them at the counter a tall man turned around. It had a handful of fingers in its clasp and shoved them into its mouth. "You should listen to him." The zombie said with a foul grin. "They do taste good. Salt and sugar and all."
Cartoon slammed from her booth and began hammering the man with her handbag.
Johnnie rushed over and stopped her.
The man rubbed his head and got up from his stool as an alarmed waitress grabbed a phone and began to dial.
"Hey! It's Halloween. Can't you take a joke, lady?"
He marched out of Denny's, his face red with anger.
She turned to face Johnnie. He was laughing.
Then she began hitting him with her handbag.
What was a Cartoon to do with such a rascally human being like him? She hit him again.
Johnnie touched the comic book in his back pocket and his form changed into that of an angel. She gasped and fell back. He gave her an angelic look. The waitress gasped and dropped her phone. The other customers began crossing themselves.
"I'm such an angel." He said. "You really hurt my feelings."
"Ohhhh. I hate you, Johnnie!" Cartoon spouted, and then ran into his arms and they kissed.
And that's what it's like to be bound to the one you love, she thought again as she held him close, savoring his breath and his touch. You just love them no matter what...and...her thoughts grew wicked for a moment...gets ready to clobber them when they get off the train tracks.
But she didn't tell him what she was thinking as he lifted her into his arms, stepped out of Denny's, and then flapped into the air and flew her home. After all, he was her Johnnie Angel. For a time.
Back in the early 2000s I was working on a full length motion picture project for children. I had gathered together a fantastic team of artists, musicians and producers to make it happen. We had a great screenplay, lots of everything we needed to make it a go, but no money.
So I began raising money. It was easy at first, but then guess what...Wall Street tanked the money market, killing all venture funds and motion picture funds for independents like me. So the film never got made, which broke my heart at the time, but I'm not one to go around licking my wounds forever.
So, now i've delved back into that wonderful storyline to come up with more tales from the movie that might have been: Jewel of a Thousand Stars.
I've written one novelette in the series, "Jewel of a Thousand Stars: Giddy," which is available on Amazon and Smashwords for 99cents.
Over time I hope to write many, many more stories about one of most fun places to visit, and w hich I think most adults and children would love to visit as well.
Enjoy this taste of one of the loves of my life!
Jewel of a Thousand Stars: Giddy up, Gnobs!
For the ten thousandth time that day Giddy poured over the instructions in the book. "Add one ounce of cat fur, two ounces of dragon scales, three ounces of fire sticks, one whisker from an angry giant and two fingernails from an imp."
"Ouch!" Gnobs cried out as Giddy tried plucking one of his fingernails off his hand and then succeeded.
"Be still, Gnobs, I need one more."
"Giddy!" Pleaded Gnobs, rolling his big frog-shaped eyes on his huge green head. "You're killing me!"
Giddy looked up from the magical book that James had loaned him and frowned. "You can grow a thousand more. So be still, you little imp!"
Gnobs missing fingernail regrew. He gave Giddy a nasty look.
"I'm not an imp. I'm a shape-shifter."
"This magical potion won't know the difference." Giddy protested blithely, plucking another fingernail off Gnobs' other hand.
"Ouch! You big metal Meany!" Cried out Gnobs, swiftly regrowing the second plucked fingernail.
"I am not a Meany, I'm just making sure that this formula works." He looked up from the concoction he was putting into the small pewter bowl, then at Gnobs. "If this works, you'll be a real boy. Like Pinocchio."
"Never mind." Giddy snapped back at him, his temper shortening by the minute. Why couldn't his little friend ever just stay still and listen.
Which brought him back to Gnobs once more who was now hanging from the ceiling and bouncing his right hand like a rubber ball. "Bouncy, bouncy!" Gnobs laughed as he played with his hand.
"You're such an imp! You little rascal." Giddy threw at Gnobs.
Gnobs grinned. "I'm not..."
"I know. I know. I know, but you are a pain in the...well you would be if I had one." Giddy said looking at his metal bottom.
You see Giddy's skin was unlike other human's skin, just as Gnobs body was unlike most other creatures. Giddy had been cursed some years back by a disgruntled Witch, who was annoyed with him for being so cocky and she thought to teach him a lesson. He frowned, or was it a wizard? He couldn't rightly remember clearly anymore. All he knew for sure was that blessed little Gnobs, or big Gnobs if he wanted to shape shift into a giant's form, was the one who had saved him. He hadn't told him lately, but he would give his left arm to save his friend's life if he had to.
He looked at his left arm and frowned. "Well maybe just a finger." He changed his mind.
Gnobs looked over at him. "Finger what?"
"Oh nothing!" Giddy replied, stirring them the potion briskly with a dry brush. "Just thinking back to the good old days."
"There are no good old days." Gnobs laughed. "You know that. There's only today and then tomorrow, and then the day after that. Each one's different."
"Yes, and with your intellect...a challenge of giant magnitude!" Snapped Giddy, opening a bottle of fresh spring water to mix the potion together and blend it properly.
Gnobs dropped from the ceiling, bounced a couple of times, then took on his bird form to land on Giddy's knight armored shoulder and peer at the concoction being brewed. "Sure it'll work?"
"Of course I am." Snapped Giddy. "I never fail."
Gnobs shot his eyes out so that they stared into Giddy's. "Giddy!"
"Oh okay. I admit I blew up the Marshall's home that one time."
"And Twixt almost lost his tail."
"Giddy!" Sighed Gnobs.
"Very well, you little imp." Giddy snarled. "Have it your way. I do make mistakes. But no one has ever died from them."
Gnobs raised his eyebrows, which fluttered about the room like a pair of graceful butterflies.
"Oh right. Not yet." Giddy sighed wearily, tiring of the word games. "But this time I know the potion will work."
Giddy finished stirring the spring water into the pewter bowl and stirring it, then eyed Gnobs.
"Now. If you'll just take on your normal form, we can finish this."
"But I don't want to be an ordinary boy." Gnobs protested.
"There are no ordinary boys. Least not from the ages of ten to eighteen." Giddy sighed wearily.
"Now get down there and change!"
Gnobs dropped to the floor and sprouted back into his short frog-like form. He put his hands on his hips as if daring Giddy to change him, then grinned.
Giddy smiled, then poured the potion all over Gnobs.
They both stood there staring at each other.
Gnobs began to sweat.
Giddy began to sweat.
Finally Giddy sat down at the worktable he had been mixing his potion on and stuck his head in his arms and began to weep. "Face it Gnobs! I'm nothing but a big metallic jerk. That's all I ever will be!"
"Nothing I do ever turns out right. Not even the time I defeated that dragon that was burning down the village. I had to go and accidentally kill it and make it fall into the village well, spoiling their water supply forever."
"But you saved their lives, Giddy." Gnobs said gently.
Giddy looked up at Gnobs, who was still...well Gnobs, except that he was sprouting tiny dragons all over the top of his head and they were battling with each other.
"I don't know why I put up with you." Giddy sighed, the touch of a smile on his lips.
"Maybe it's because I'm so cute." Gnobs said, sprouting a dress and bright red lipstick on his already bright red lips.
Giddy broke into laughter.
Gnobs danced. "I'm so cute. I'm so cute. I'm so cute."
A very nice and moving animation.
BEHIND THE SCENES: http://youtu.be/ptc7rGXp284
The struggle between a stick figure and its creator, a computer animator. In this fourth installment, the animator is finally shown in real life interacting with his computer monitor. The stick figure, resisting his tormentor, attacks his social life by hacking his Facebook account, traveling onto his iPhone via USB cord, and drawing animations of his own to dismantle the animation interface.
watch number 1: http://youtu.be/npTC6b5-yvM
watch number 2: http://youtu.be/nxM1cnphLpw
watch number 3: http://youtu.be/PCtr04cnx5A
Music by Sarah Eide
Alight...fire and water fall in love, then become something more when their love is broken. A CGI short on www.johnpirillo.com
Brigham Young University Center for Animation Presents Alight, a short film about a boy made of fire and a girl made of water.
Babies are hardly monster-like, unless you're a toy. After escaping a drooling baby, Tinny realizes that he wants to be played with after all. But in the amount of time it takes him to discover this, the baby's attention moves on to other things only an infant could find interesting.