Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Nightmare on Elm Street universe. Quite
sad actually. All I own is the luffly dream ideas that randomly race
through my head at any given moment. Isn't that great?
The dentist
I was just happily minding my own business, walking in a library made entirely of crackers (don't ask, it's a long story about spray cheese and the evilness of dogs...). So anyways, all the sudden I am in a dentist's office. Of course, things like this (sudden scenery changes) are normal in dreams, so I was unafraid. Then of course, I hear it... *screeeeeeee* the ominous sound of metal on metal, that sound that ultimately means dream danger. I suddenly was completely terrified. Then it happened. You guessed it. *One, two, Freddy's coming for you...* Okay; now I was almost screaming. What is up with dreams that make it so hard to think clearly? I mean, now that I think about it, I should have KNOWN I was dreaming, and focused on waking myself up. Alas, I was unaware. Anyways, on with the story. I immediately started backing up, which was my first mistake. I ran directly into the dream man himself. He wasn't the Robert Englund Freddy. He was something else. Of course, now I was on his turf, and was completely defenseless, so a split second later, I am tied into a dentist's chair. His well known raspy voice says *open wide*. I am compelled to do so. I look at the small table next to me, seeing various sharp dental tools, some I couldn't imagine even if I tried. I had tears running down my face now. He picked up one particularly sharp instrument and lowers it to my teeth. *You need braces* he said, sounding slightly amused. Then he scrapes it across my gums. Although it was a dream, I could feel the pain just like in real life. I screamed. He said *If you are going to be this much trouble, I might as well get on with it*. I was now terrified, in pain, and having to think about *what* exactly he was going to "get on with". He picked up a small silver wire, and held it to my teeth. *This won't hurt a bit* He says, a wide smile on his face. He then thrust the wire straight through my teeth. The wire, once through my front tooth, took on a life of it's own. It twisted and turned, going through my gums, tongue, teeth, and lips. I screamed as loud as a person can when their lips are wired together. The pain was unbearable. All the sudden, the whole scene, as well as the pain began to fade as I woke from one of the most terrifying dreams I have ever had.
The dentist
I was just happily minding my own business, walking in a library made entirely of crackers (don't ask, it's a long story about spray cheese and the evilness of dogs...). So anyways, all the sudden I am in a dentist's office. Of course, things like this (sudden scenery changes) are normal in dreams, so I was unafraid. Then of course, I hear it... *screeeeeeee* the ominous sound of metal on metal, that sound that ultimately means dream danger. I suddenly was completely terrified. Then it happened. You guessed it. *One, two, Freddy's coming for you...* Okay; now I was almost screaming. What is up with dreams that make it so hard to think clearly? I mean, now that I think about it, I should have KNOWN I was dreaming, and focused on waking myself up. Alas, I was unaware. Anyways, on with the story. I immediately started backing up, which was my first mistake. I ran directly into the dream man himself. He wasn't the Robert Englund Freddy. He was something else. Of course, now I was on his turf, and was completely defenseless, so a split second later, I am tied into a dentist's chair. His well known raspy voice says *open wide*. I am compelled to do so. I look at the small table next to me, seeing various sharp dental tools, some I couldn't imagine even if I tried. I had tears running down my face now. He picked up one particularly sharp instrument and lowers it to my teeth. *You need braces* he said, sounding slightly amused. Then he scrapes it across my gums. Although it was a dream, I could feel the pain just like in real life. I screamed. He said *If you are going to be this much trouble, I might as well get on with it*. I was now terrified, in pain, and having to think about *what* exactly he was going to "get on with". He picked up a small silver wire, and held it to my teeth. *This won't hurt a bit* He says, a wide smile on his face. He then thrust the wire straight through my teeth. The wire, once through my front tooth, took on a life of it's own. It twisted and turned, going through my gums, tongue, teeth, and lips. I screamed as loud as a person can when their lips are wired together. The pain was unbearable. All the sudden, the whole scene, as well as the pain began to fade as I woke from one of the most terrifying dreams I have ever had.