T2 omitted scene
Sarah's second nightmare.
Van Ling (Creative Supervisor), in T2, the Book of the Film, An Illustrated Screenplay:
Sarah's second nightmare, which occurs at Salceda's camp, was originally more differentiated from the first nightmare she has while at Pescadero. While the essence of the dream and its visceral intent remained intact in the final film -- including her vision of the innocent waitress version of herself and her helplessness against the impending Judgment Day -- the Missile Dream scene from 9/10/90 draft was only a different version on the same theme and would have been a complex visual effects scene to produce, involving bluescreen, many extras, and very large-scale miniatures. The luxury of telling the same nightmare using different imagery was not an affordable one, either financially or, in the end, narratively.
Terminator 2 script (9/10/90):
SARAH'S HEAD droops. She closes her eyes. TIGHT ON small children playing. Different ones. Wider now, to reveal a playground in a park. Very idyllic. A dream playground, crowded with laughing kids playing on swings, slides, and a jungle gym. It could be the playground we saw melted and frozen in the post- nuclear desolation of 2029. But here the grass is vibrant green and the sun is shining. Sarah, short-haired, looking drab and paramilitary, stands outside the playground. An outsider. Her fingers are hooked in a chain-linked fence and she is staring through the fence at the young mothers playing with their kids. A grim-faced harbinger. Some girls play skip-rope. Their sing-song chant weaves through the random burbling laughter of the kids. One of the young mothers walks her two-year-old son by the hands. She is wearing a pink waitress uniform. She turns to us, laughing. It is Sarah. Beautiful. Radiant. Sarah from another life, uncontaminated by the dark future. She glances at the strange woman beyond the fence. Grim-faced Sarah presses against the fence. She starts shouting at them in SLOW MOTION. No sound comes out of her mouth. She grabs the fence in frustration, shaking it. Screaming soundlessly. Waitress Sarah's smile falls. Then returns as her little boy throws some sand at her. She laughs, turning away, as if the woman at the fence were a shadow, a trick of light. Behind her the earth splits open. In a wide shot we see everyone stop and stare as the ground heaves upward all around them. As far as the eye can see the monstrous caps of missile silos are hinging up, ripping up through the grass and soil. Now the mothers are screaming, pulling their children to them... but it is too late to run. The silo caps open, rows of them marching to the horizon. As if a tranquil reality has split open to reveal another horrible reality which has always been there, hidden beneath it. Thunder shakes the earth. We see the obscene heads of the missiles thrusting up out of the holes in the ground. Walls of fire erupt as the fat cylinders rise like awakened monsters from the earth. Sarah stares in numb horror as the tail-nozzles clear the silo rims, and a wall of flame roars out, devouring the cowering mothers and children. Incinerating them and rolling on, toward her. She screams and we hear it now, shrill and terrifying, mixing with the thunder as the flames wrap around her, blasting her apart and she... Wakes up.
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