"Have a good sleep, Craig." Craig's mother planted a small light kiss on Craig's forehead. Craig just smiled in return as his mother tucked him in and left the room, not forgetting to turn the light off. As soon as he was alone, Craig curled up into a ball and closed his eyes, hoping to hit slumber.

Unfortunately for him, that didn't happen.

He wanted to go to sleep but his eyes won't let him. Every time he closes his eyes, familiar images flashes in his mind, keeping him wide awake.

He sat up and scratched the back of his head in irritation. It all started because of that stupid pointless dream. He shook his head as images from the dream came flashing back in his mind again. He covered his ears; trying his best to ignore his parents' screams of pain in his head.

"Somebody help us!"

"Please don't hurt us!"

"N-No…! Aaaah!"

"Oh my god!"

"Why us? Whhhyyy?"

"MOM!" Craig quickly yelled, realizing that he has been hugging and biting his pillow for a while now. His mother quickly rushed inside, turning the light on.

"What's wrong, Craig?" she asked curiously, wondering what's up with her son when there doesn't seem to be anything wrong in his room. Craig looked at her with fear-filled eyes then looked away.

"I can't sleep." He replied, not wanting to tell her about the dream in fear that she just might find him silly.

"Again?" His mother sighed exasperatedly. "Craig, are you sure you can't sleep or do you just want your mommy's attention?" She smiled at this, thinking how adorable of her son to be so desperate for a mother's attention.

Craig blinked twice.

"Why would I want your attention?" he asked bluntly but curiously.

Okay, maybe his mother thought wrong.

"Go to sleep, Craig. This has been happening for days now. No more playtime." His mother kissed him on the forehead then left the room, turning the light off again.

Craig just stared at the door, not wanting to lie back down on his bed. He can't sleep. He can't sleep at all. How will he sleep with all that constant screaming of pain in his head?

—

Bus stop…

"Hey guys…" Craig greeted his three friends tiredly, rubbing his right eye as he made a huge sleepy yawn.

"Whoa dude." Clyde raised a brow at him. "You look like you haven't gotten any sleep last night."

"I know." Craig replied in a bad-tempered mood. "I couldn't sleep last night."

"W-Why not—ack!" Tweek asked but then twitched and screamed at the end of his sentence like he usually does. Craig didn't answer right away as he shoved his hands in his pockets and thought about his dream again.

"Okay, promise me you guys won't laugh at me." He finally faced them with a determined expression.

"Of course." Token shrugged his shoulders. "Why would we laugh at you?"

"Well…" Craig hesitated, looking down at the ground. After a moment, he finally looked up at them and revealed, "I couldn't sleep last night because I had a dream about a couple of alien cops abducting my parents. Ever since I had that dream, my eyes wouldn't let me hit dreamland at all."

The three other boys just stared at him.

"So…" Clyde drawled. "…you can't sleep because you had a scary nightmare?"

"Yeah." Craig nodded.

Silence…

"Dude, and how old are you?" Token asked him a rhetorical question. For some odd reason, he and Clyde suddenly burst out laughing while Tweek just watched them in confusion.

"Come on, Craig!" Clyde laughed. "You're ten years old now! Not five! You shouldn't be scared of a stupid dream!"

"It's not a stupid dream!" Craig growled. "It really looked so real to me!"

"Yeah, that's what they always say." Token chuckled; wiping a tear from his eye then nudged Tweek. "Even Tweekers here won't cry because of some silly nightmare, right Tweek?"

"W-What?" Tweek asked in his usual shocked tone. "I-I don't cry! I don't cry at all! I'm not a cry-baby! B-But I'm not saying Craig is a cry-baby since he didn't really c-cry because—ack!—of that dream! Craig is not a cry-baby—ack! Cry-babies are stupid! No wait! I didn't mean to offend you Clyde! You're not a cry-baby, just very—ack!—emotional!"

"Calm down dude." Token patted his shoulder.

"Look…" Craig sighed in irritation. "I think that dream has some kind of warning on me or something. I mean, why would it give such a great effect on me, you know?"

"I think you're just being paranoid." Clyde firmly stated. "You should try taking sleeping pills or something".

"No way am I taking sleeping pills!" Craig snapped. "You guys just don't get it!"

The three boys looked at each other again then at the boy.

"Have you tried telling this to your parents?" Token questioned, tilting his head slightly to the side.

"No." Craig shook his head, facing the road while looking down. "I'm afraid they'll laugh at me too like what you guys just did. You know what, just forget it. Maybe it was just a stupid dream."

The bus finally came and Craig was the first one to enter, obviously pissed off.

—

In the canteen…

"Hey Craig, you okay?" Stan asked as he looked at the dark-haired boy from across the table.

"I'm fine." Craig bluntly replied, staring down at his tray of lunch without even touching it. Clyde, who was sitting beside him, looked at him with worry then slightly nudged him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Hey…" he whispered in order to keep their conversation private from their other friends. "Look man, I'm sorry I laughed at your dream and I seriously think it's not stupid."

"Yeah, whatever." Craig carelessly replied.

"And I really think there's something unusual about your dream. I heard that some people spotted a few aliens last night." Clyde added which really got his best friend's attention. Craig quickly dragged the brunette to the boys' bathroom, leaving their lunch out in the open for Cartman to devour.

As soon as they're in the washroom, Craig quickly faced Clyde.

"Aliens? Last night? How?" he asked quickly, desperate for information.

"Well… I saw it on the news but I also saw an alien with my own two eyes." Clyde informed him. "A bunch of South Park civilians found two aliens somewhere near the City Hall."

"What are they doing near the City Hall?" Craig asked in deep curiosity.

"I dunno." Clyde shrugged his shoulders. "I also saw one too. It was in the middle of the night and I was awaken by the sound of the bushes outside. Once I peeked outside, I was surprised to see an alien taking a whizz!"

Silence…

"You saw an alien…" Craig began. "…taking a whizz?"

"Yeah!"

"In the bushes?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Weird." Craig tapped his finger on his chin as different thoughts ran in his mind. "Can you tell me what the aliens look like?"

"They're tall like this." Clyde showed him by extending his arms. "And they have huge long oblong-shaped eyes and they're pretty pale".

"That's what they exactly look in my dream." Craig discovered, feeling his heart pound out of excitement, fear and confusion. Could this dream really mean something? Does it have a deeper meaning in it?

"What do we do, dude?" Clyde questioned. "Will they actually really go after your parents…?"

"That's not impossible…."