For as long as Craig's known him, Tweek Tweak has always had weird dreams.

It started just as something small. Weird glitches as he slept or waking up without truly waking up.

He'd told only Craig about the first time he Astral Projected, had come running into his house at Three in the morning, climbed all the way up the tree and through his window and had just clung to Craig and sobbed. He babbled about waking up and going to get a drink but everything in his house was wrong, The stairs were twisted and curved. The table was on the wall and the couch on the ceiling. The kitchen had felt the worse he'd said. It was dark even when he turned the light on, and when he'd finally gotten to the sink and turned the water on he got a sudden flash of a demonic version of Craig shoving his face into the garbage disposal, details of blood and facial pieces were enough to make Craig wince.

But Tweek didn't stop speaking.

He'd said that once he realized his face was indeed intact he grabbed his glass of water and raced back up the stairs, something snarling and nipping his heels the whole way until he'd slammed the bedroom door shut. When he'd looked towards his bed he'd froze and dropped his glass, causing the body in the bed, his body, to sit up and stare at him. Empty holes where his eyes should have been, jawed broken and hanging almost like it'd fall completely off. It started screaming inhumanly and ran at him, hands outstretched and just as it was about to grab his neck...

He'd woken up for real.

He said he woke up with his heart racing and after checking everything was as it should be he'd broken into tears and ran straight to Craig's house. Now it'd be a lie if either of them said Tweek didn't cry a lot. He cried almost as much as Clyde did. But Tweek was usually strong willed. Even when twitching and panicking about every little thing, he was strong about it. He usually only cried when he was hurt or genuinely upset. For him to cry out of fear was...unusual. It took quite a bit to break down his mind enough to reduce him to a panic attack and even more to force out his tears.

Craig and Tweek didn't tell anyone else for months. Dreams like that would get you hurt in a place like this. Everyone was special somehow. Everyone could do something. That's what they were programmed for. When everyone was born a small injection was given to them. There were some people. People who had been born into higher class families that got to wait until they were old enough and decide what they wanted. But people like Craig and Tweek who were middle class didn't have that option. The injection was random and how it reacted on your body depended on how your mind developed.

Craig had yet to discover his own.

Everyone was supposed to have only good or neutral dreams. That's what the people in charge wanted. That's how it was. It was controlled to be that way. If Anyone knew Tweek was dreaming differently, let alone astral projecting, he could be thrown in jail or even killed for disobeying albeit unwillingly. So they kept quiet, only telling their three closest friends after that. Tweek's dreams kept happening but for then they were safe.

And then Tweek's dreams started coming true.