Author's Note: Hello, my faithful readers! Thank you for all your support on the last chapter. I completely astonished that the story had been received so well. I was actually debating whether or not to actually post the first chapter because I didn't know how everyone would like it. The idea was just random and kept bugging me, so I decided to wing it. So, thank you for letting me know that sharing my idea was the right choice. :D Anyway, if you have any concerns, questions, suggestions, or comments please PM me or review. I hope you enjoy the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom…. Sadly, I found out it was just a Nocturne induced dream. :'(

Last time…..

Nocturne looked like he was debating something for a moment, then he looked at Clockwork with a determined gleam in his eyes.

"Have I done anything that went too far," Nocturne asked, "Have I pushed him to something?"

Clockwork just opened another viewing portal.

Chapter Two: Who Said Dreams Were the Wishes Your Heart Makes?

As the portal opened, Ghost Writer straightened himself up and the two ghost carefully watched the screen. As the screen clears, they notice that the screen was more blurry than the last screen were. Ghost Writer was about to ask Clockwork the cause of this, however the scene started playing before he got the chance.

Portal View…

The blurry portal started to clear and a hazy scene started to play. It showed Danny as he walked in the lunch room. A test was in his pocket with an A+ on it. He saw the resident school bully glaring at his African American friend and he rushed over there. The watched as the bully started to joke with him and praise him for playing football—which Clockwork knew that Danny has never played. They watched as the Fright Knight came and the school body reveal that they know his secret. And, they watched as he beat the ghost and then be praised for it. They watched until Danny almost kissed his Goth friend, and woke up revealing that it was all a dream. The portal once again went blurry.

.Switching to Ghost View….

"That was the dream I put him in," Nocturne said. "I knew about that! I wanted to know what the result of it was!"

"Patience, my friend," Clockwork said. "All will be revealed in time."

"But, it looked like it was a good dream," Ghost Writer said. "Why would he react poorly to it, Clockwork?"

"Patience," Clockwork said again. "Just keep watching. In time, you will come to understand."

….Portal View….

The blurry portal became clear as they saw Danny beside his African American friend's bed. He tried to touch the helmet, but it shocked him. Frowning, Danny contemplated on how to wake his friend without shocking him again. He finally decided upon overshadowing him, and jumped into his dream.

As the scene switched, the picture became hazy and somewhat unfocused. However, they could clearly make out Danny looking around a mansion that seemed to be owned by his friend. At first, you could see how happy he was when he saw that in this dream, his friend seemed to be doing well….at least, until he saw that his friend had dreamed him as his janitor.

The portal became blurry once again as the scene switched. For a moment, it looked as if they were once again watching Danny's dream, until they realized there were two Danny's. Soon his Goth friend saw the same and started to freak out, until Danny over shadowed the school bully and had him transform; which sent the girl over the edge.

The the portal went black for a moment and then became much more clear. The ghosts saw Danny sitting on the Fentin OPs center. As the image zoomed in, they noticed that there were tear tracks that were running down the teens face.

"Why," Danny said. "Why did I dream that? I know it's never going to come true. I'm the hero. I can't have the girl. She's not even in love with me. She's in love with Phantom. She's only started to having a crush on me because I'm unique now. I'm different from other guys. From anyone really. Plus, her parents don't like me. Which is a plus in her book. Ugh! And, it's not even that. Well, it is. But, that's not the only thing. I can't let anyone know my secret. My parents would hate me, and most likely try to dissect me. Plus, I'd have to deal with Valerie and the Guys in White. And, my classmates and the town would only like me because I'm a hero. They wouldn't like me because I'm me. Once they get tired of me they'd treat me like they do now….or they'd run me out of town… And Tucker…. He dreamed I was his janitor? Do I really mean so little to him?"

Danny groaned.

"If only being Danny Phantom could be simpler," he sighed. "Oh, who am I kidding? It would never be simple. I'm not a ghost, and I'm not human. Once I stepped into that portal, I cursed myself to this life. I'm a freak. And, that's all I'll ever be. What I would give to be normal. What did Mr. Lancer say today? 'Oh time! Thou must untangle this, not I; it is too hard a knot for me t' untie'. And, I know time won't untie this know. Haha, no. He'd say, 'Everything is as it should be'. As long as nothing happens to my town, friends, and family, I don't care what happens to me. Anyway, who would truly care for a freak like me?"

The portal once again went dark, but this time it disappeared.

Portal View End…

"If that's how he reacts to good dreams, how does he react to bad dreams," Ghost Writer asked.

"Why," Nocturne asked. "Why does he think so little of himself? Even if I was harvesting their dreams….I at least gave them good dreams. I didn't want him to react so poorly…"

Clockwork sighed and said, "It's not just you, my friend. It's his life… The poor boy rarely ever gets a break. And, he's never really thanked for what he does for his humans. They will praise him one minute and spit at him the next. Please, try to understand why I showed you this. And, next time, know a person before you judge them."

Clockwork left, and the Ghost Writer and Nocturne were left sitting there for a while lost in their thoughts. However, wracked with guilt, the Ghost Writer became antsy and quickly fled to Vydia—his library—leaving Nocturne to his thoughts.

"I'm going to have nightmares because of this," he muttered. "I know it. "