? POV
The dream was one of the best I'd had. Pitch had taken the Guardians and conquered the world plaguing the world with fear. I gave a cheer and ran towards him with open arms. We stood embracing each other watching the scene of complete fear. Then suddenly the dream turned into a nightmare I had so dreaded getting.
I watched the scene play out in front of me unable to do anything but loathe the Dark King as he stood mocking the guardians as a last resort.
"Really? Then why are they here?" Pitch asked the Guardians gesturing to the nightmares with a last effort of domination.
"They can't be my nightmares, I am not afraid." North said plainly.
"Look's like it's your fear they smell." Frost said.
A look of fear formed on Pitch's face as he tried to flee his pursuing nightmares. The Nightmares swirled around him and consumed him, dragging him down into his lair, for the fear he so obviously shown. Then the nightmare shifted into another scene. I was standing on a volcanic setting, chasms bursting with hot lava. I suddenly saw Pitch standing near a chasm, and although he was not standing close, the chasm swallowed him. I could do nothing but shriek in terror. I woke up abruptly, looking straight into the golden eyes of the Boogieman.
NK POV
How could this be? How could it be that a woman is dreaming pleasantly of me? I couldn't believe what I saw. My eyes must have betrayed me. Standing there for no more than a minute I watched as she lay peacefully on her bed snuggled under the covers to the left side, breaths rising and falling rhythmically. This woman was special I could feel it. I thought all of this as the golden dream sand swirled around her making her sleeping smile grow bigger. The sand showed images of myself conquering the Guardians and encasing the world in fear. Perhaps this woman had the gift of prophecy because the dream looked exactly like how I would have wanted the world to be. I wonder? I thought to myself as I put one of my slender grey fingers into one of the golden images. The golden dream slowly turned to a nightmare. Then I saw it, the nightmare was me; being dragged down into my own lair after my defeat two years ago by those miserable Guardians ruining my ultimate plans. The newest one, Frost, amused me slightly, but annoyed was the better word for it. After the event in the dream ended I saw myself facing the beautiful woman and being dragged into a fiery abyss her crying out in anguish. In her slumber the girl moaned and turned, her face brandished a look of pain and sadness. I wanted to end her misery, but I only created the nightmares. Thinking to myself, I pondered; her nightmare was his downfall? This woman had quite a perception of the story. She was so beautiful even when sleeping. I had watched her for as long as I had the strength to. That was about a year and a half, only because of my nightmares relentless torture. Once I regained my normal powers I bent the fear to my will again. The woman lay so peacefully only after the nightmare faded. And at that moment she abruptly awoke, staring right into my golden eyes.