Death Dreams is a bad dream that even Marg Helgenberger couldn't end. The direction and flow here are so exquisitely off that this film can be viewed as three distinct segments. Firstly, family tragedy with obvious evil stepfather - mwahaha! (Christopher Reeves); secondly, the introduction of parapsychologist - "my dear... my dear" (Fionnula Flanagan, complete with non-credible accent); then finally, a bizarre murder court case based on very little physical evidence, which at times seems to test the audience's suspension of disbelief more than the jurors. Tacked-on is a just-desserts e...