Sunday, June 24th

Hypnocil.

It's the Hypnocil.

That's how they've been keeping me from dreaming.

I secretly skipped it yesterday and I dreamed for the first time since I've been here.

I dreamed of him.

I'm having a hard time reconciling the fact that he and F.K. are one and the same. They were seperate creatures for me for so long...one a cruel murderer, the other a kind, fatherly type who reminded me of Papa.

I can't believe I ever took comfort in his photograph.

What sickens me, is that to a certain degree, I still do.

Even after that horrible dream.

It was worse than the others.

He knew my name. He knew me.

He knew everything about me.

Right down to my obsession with his photograph.

He was flattered. Ouright flattered.

The things he did...the things he said...

I...I just...

I can't even think about it right now. It makes my stomach lurch.

What's even worse is that I'm nowhere near as disgusted as I should be. Maybe it's a case of desensitization. I spent so much time with that stupid photograph, finding comfort in it, that the reality hasn't set in yet.

If it is reality. This might just be my mind conjuring up something based on what Clark told me and everything I know about the Slasher.

If that's the case, and it is just a figment of my imagination, I'll feel much better about that twinge of attraction I felt to him. It was like...like I was drawn to him.

I didn't like it. I don't want to feel that pull towards him in my chest ever again. It was stronger this time than it was the last..and the last time was pretty damned bad.

Either way, I'm not going to go off the Hypnocil again. Ever. I'm not taking any more chances.

That's how they've been keeping everyone from dreaming.

Because that's how he gets to you. In your sleep.

The parents of Springwood are keeping their children from dreaming to protect them.

The whole TOWN knows about this, don't they? They must.

They're containing it in the only way they know how. Cover it up and drug those who are infected.

It is a virus after all.

And I'm infected.

Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuck.

Sunday, July 1st

Clark died in his sleep last night. Doctor McCoy came to talk with me about it. I lied through my teeth. No, Clark didn't say anything to me, no, I'd never had any bad dreams since coming to Springwood, no, I didn't think there was anything really suspicious going on.

Clark was infected, like me...he knew about Krueger.

I asked Lissa if she knew anything about what happened to Clark.

I know I shouldn't push her, but they're making me leave in a few days (I don't know why) and I had to know if she knew anything.

Before mom and I moved here, Lissa used to live at 1428 Elm.

She's infected too.

She told me everything she knew about him, about the dream demons...

I know it sounds insane. I know I shouldn't be listening to her.

I can't help it. The pieces are finally falling into place.

Even though they're falling into places that seem completely crazy, it's making some sort of sick sense. Krueger was murdered by the townsfolk, he came back for revenge against them by taking their children in their sleep...

It makes sense in a 'Hollywood movie scenario that could never actually happen' kind of way. She's even told me that this dream demon stuff exists in a hundred different cultures as mythology. The dead can't rest until their task is completed, and Krueger's task is to finish what he started: wipe out the children of Elm street.

Lissa and I both lived on Elm.

It's only a matter of time for both of us. I can feel it.

Maybe if we stay on the Hypnocil and don't dream, we'll be safe. If that's how he can get to you, and the Hypnocil keeps you from dreaming, than maybe we'll be safe.

Thursday, July 5th

They let me out of the hospital today. I think I convinced them that I don't know anything about F.K. and that I'm just a confused, depressed teenage girl who's been to hell and back over the past seven months. Doc McCoy sent me off with a nice big packet of pills to keep me calm and keep me from being so depressed.

There's Hypnocil in there too.

Now that I'm out of the hospital and feeling less...boxed in, I've been thinking about the facts here.

Sure, the dream demon stuff kinda fits, but isn't it more likely that it's the medications? Ever since I started the meds I've been having the dreams...

But there again, the Hypnocil keeps me from dreaming...so if there wasn't any credence to the story, why would they be giving the stuff to me?

I've got to know if it's real. I'll go mad if I don't know for sure.