In the dream, Nancy was the first to appear. She immediately knew that the dream was not her own, but someone elses. She had been pulled into it, somehow. Nancy, dressed in an extremely thin, pale nightgown, looked down to see that she was standing barefoot, balanced on a long, shimmering blade. Off in the distance, the young woman could see her old house that she had once lived in, years ago, on Elm Street. Evil had once again been mysteriously resurrected. A bright full moon gleamed in the night sky, revealing the white streak in Nancy's long, chestnut brown hair. The streak had stayed with her for years. A mark from her previous nightmares. It was a part of her now, and always would be.
Nancy stood erect on the long blade, with her slender bare arms at her sides, staring at her old house. On her left, a short distance ahead, another silver blade materialized out of thin air. A few seconds after, another figure appeared, standing on the blade, that of a teenaged male, with his broad back to Nancy. A red t-shirt clung to his strong looking torso as the young man's clenched hands rested at his hips. Gripped in his left hand was a thick, black club. He too had been pulled into this dream.
As the young man turned around to face Nancy, she recognized him as one of the troubled teens from the Westin Hills Hospital. Kincaid. They nodded to one another, preparing to face what they knew would be coming. Suddenly, another silver blade formed closer to Nancy, on her right. A young female appeared, wearing a spiked collar around her neck, a pink tank, short black mini skirt, leopard print stockings and a pair of black high heeled ankle boots. The girl's long platinum hair was done up in a stylish mohawk. In each hand, she held a long switchblade knife. This young girl, Taryn, was also from the psychiatric hospital. She turned to acknowledge her comrades, then widened her stance on the shimmering blade, holding her glittering knives at her sides, ready and waiting for the inevitable.
A forth blade appeared between Nancy and Taryn, balancing another young man dressed in jeans and a light blue shirt. He gripped a mace in his right hand, prepared to strike with the deadly club. Joey glanced around him, noticing his fellow dreamers, and a feeling of reassurance came over him like a veil. All of the Elm Street children had arrived.
An immense, grotesque face began to materialize before the group of young people that were balanced on the four blades. On the head of the giant, burnt face rested a dirty fedora. Menacing green eyes almost bulged out of the face of Fred Krueger. The eyes of a complete and murderous psychopath. He leered at the four figures standing before him. None of them appeared afraid, especially the one wearing the long nightgown. Fred's old nemesis, Nancy. He noticed the same white streak in her hair and laughed hideously. The rest of the teens looked prepared for battle, Freddy noticed, and he could not help but snicker,
Kincaid lifted his club threateningly toward Freddy's face. Taryn expertly twirled both of her switchblade knives. Joey lifted the heavy mace back over one shoulder. Nancy stared dead into the eyes of the evil before herself and the dream warriors. In his most frightening voice, Fred Krueger stated aloud, "If you think you're ready for Freddy, think again."