I had a dream last night that Freddy Krueger was in my room. I was standing next to him as he sliced open an unidentifiable girl who was sleeping in my bed. He was teaching a boy who was also there and they didn't seem to notice me-and I wasn't scared. They cut her open from the top of her chest all the way down to her gut before extracting all of her organs and laying them on the floor. Her stomach, her lungs, her heart, her intestines- one by one.
She never woke up, like she was never in pain.
I was next.
Suddenly, I was laying there, fully awake, but in no pain as they extracted all of my organs and sewed me up again. I sat up bleeding and walked about the night with Krueger and his apprentice waiting to die. Knowing, that I should die- why wasn't I dying yet? I was trickling blood in long streams, but there was no pain, and death never came. I woke up feeling nauseous, but it didn't feel like a nightmare, it felt like a numbed dream. It didn't feel like anything except for weird.
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