Looking up, he can see a man with a grey beard, a pair of purple jeans, and an outrageous shirt in all kinds of colors, sitting comfortably in a beach chair. "Hello there," he says to Jim with a warm voice. An 'uncle-voice' Jim thought of it as.
"Hello. Who are you?" Jim wondered, sitting up.
"Well, those who come here call me the Director," he said, pulling out a pipe out of his pocket, going on to put it in his mouth and light it.
"What, like a movie director?" Jim asked.
"No, I just show people the direction. Like a guide," the Director said, smoking his pipe.
"Oh," Jim said. "So, I seem to be dreaming right now, right? Can you like, help me wake up?"
The Director shook his head. "There are only two individuals here who can do that for you," he said. "You, and Morpheus. He can decide to wake you from your dream."
"Ok, sounds good," Jim said. "But this place doesn't seem too bad, and I really want to sleep some more anyway. Where else can you direct me?"
"Well," the Director said, and started pointing out what was in what direction:
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