Disclaimer: I don't own NMOES :( Wes Craven does (he also owns SCREAM! Yea!)

"Okay, group is in session. Straight talk only in this room. Today, I'd like to start getting us acquainted with our new staff member, Nancy Thompson. Let's make her welcome."

I saw Phillip stick his tongue out from the corner of my eye, and I stifled a laugh.

"You've already met Phillip and Kincaid . . . and, of course, Kristen. How about the rest of you tell Nancy about yourselves?" Dr. Gordon smiled softly. "Will, how about you first?"

I turned my head to look at Will. There was a blonde I'd never seen before by him—that must be Kristen.

So we got a new staff member and a new patient?

"Hi, I'm Will Stanton. And, um, I've had a little accident, as you can see . . . ended up in this chair."

"Accident, my butt! I thought you said this was supposed to be straight talk in here." Taryn complained, sticking the tip of her forefinger in her mouth. Wow, bad cigarette withdrawals.

"So he took a jump. At least he wasn't sticking needles in his arms like a bunch of lowlifes," Kincaid snapped back.

Taryn made some sort of motion with her hands—a silent way of telling him to "eff off" I bet.

"Save it, Kincaid. Jennifer?"

I never missed anything, so when Kincaid flipped off Dr. Bitch when she wasn't looking (A/N: Anabella calls Dr. Simms Dr. Bitch), I laughed lightly.

"Uhm, I'm Jennifer Caulfield, and, uhm, as soon as I get out of here . . . I'm going to Los Angeles to be an actress. I'm gonna be on TV."

"Yeah, 'Lifestyle of the Rich and Psychotic.'" Kincaid mumbled.

"Screw you!" Jennifer shot back. She placed her hand on Joey Crusel's shoulder. "This is Joey. He used to be a debater in school but now he doesn't talk much."

Joey was . . . mute. His dreams silenced him in a way, I guess—he was afraid to tell people about them, afraid they'd get hurt, so he kept his mouth shut. And then, boom! He never talked again. But he participated in a lot of activities, helped out around the hospital and was silently a sweet heart.

Everybody looked at me expectantly.

Oh, I was sitting next to Joey?

"Hello?" I stated unsurely. "I'm Anabella Smithson. I'm in here for multiple suicide attempts and refusing to sleep." I whispered the last part, instead preoccupying myself with my hands.

"I'm Taryn White. The only reason I'm in here is because it's better than Juvie Hall. Also, I'm going through some very strange shit."

"Your dreams?" It was the first time I heard Nancy talk, and she had a pretty nice voice.

"Everybody has . . . bad dreams." Taryn said to Nancy, worriedly.

"Can I interject something here just to save us all some time?" Phillip asked.

"Sure, Phillip. Go ahead," said Dr. Gordon.

"Well, according to our kind hosts, our dreams are a group psychosis—sort of a mellow mass hysteria. The fact that we all dreamt about this guy before we ever met doesn't seem to impress anybody."

A series of mumbles was heard, all agreeing with Phillip.

"So, we go in circles making minimal progress with maximum effort," he continued.

"You won't make any progress until you recognize your dreams for what they are," Dr. Bitch told the group.

"And what are they?" Nancy asked politely.

"The by-products of guilt,"—we all looked at her like she was crazy; in honesty, I thought she really was—"Psychological scars stemming from moral conflicts and overt sexuality."

Phillip groaned and placed his head in his heads.

"Oh, great. Now it's my testicles that's killing me."

Everyone—well, everyone but the doctors and Joey—laughed.

A/N: I swear when I first watched NMOES 3, Joey's last name was Peterson. But the official site says it's Crusel. And then another place says it's also the latter, but spells it with a K. So, I went with the official site and put Crusel. Better safe than sorry, right?