My first fanfic, and it's really crappy! Because I wrote it in 10 minutes, I kid you not.

Based offa this pic: damare . deviantart art/how-to-catch-your-own-dream-demon-575117421

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After 7th grade, Dipper and Mabel had returned to Gravity Falls to stay with their good friend Soos who was the owner of the Mystery Shack, as their great uncles Stanley and Stanford were still out adventuring, possibly spelunking in a cave in Greece.

Dipper was suffering from creepy and weird dreams after he found a mossy stone Bill statue he found out from beyond the Mystery Shack. Out of morbid curiosity, he had reached out and shook the statue's hand. Nothing had happened, but now he was sure he screwed something up because when he went back to the shack to hit the hay, he had strangely disturbing dreams of Bill returning and coaxing him to free him from his stony status. One of the attempts to get Dipper to help him had been flirting, which was really...

Uuraaaaaghh.

He dearly hoped it was somehow the dream demon and not himself contouring those events up during his sleep.

He had shared this bad dream buisness, though not details, with Mabel, which brought his sister to make a nicely woven dreamcatcher for him.

"Hey Dipper!" his sister called as he noticed the dreamcatcher on bed and picked it up in his hands. "I made you a dream catcher so you can sleep better!"

Dipper gave a quirky but thoughtful smile as he looked down at it.

Looking back to the direction Mabel had spoken, he said "Thanks, Mabel! I'll put it up right away."

It probably wouldn't help him, but it looked nice and it wouldn't hurt to try it anyways. It would make nice decor. He hung it on a slightly bent nail in the wall. Why there was a nail there in the first place was a mystery.

Then, Mabel ran up the stairs and grinned when she saw that Dipper had put her craft up on the wall.

"Great! I hope it works, bro-bro!"

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That night, Dipper's dreams once agan became peaceful and full of, er, things he liked.

However, Bill had tried to get into the kid's mind. In his attempt to bother him again, he didn't see the shimmering dreamcatcher until he flew right into it.

"AARRRRGHH!"

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He woke up and looked up at the ceiling.

"I slept really well... Maybe the dreamcatcher really works." Dipper speculated, then heard a rustle and slowly turned his head to the wall he had hung the dreamcatcher on.

Bill was caught in the string, his one eye looking away in annoyance, his Mr. Peanut styled limbs all tangled in the web of Mabel's handiwork.

"Don't ask."

Dipper screamed. "AAAAHHHHHHHH!"