Disclaimer: ::cries:: I still have no ties to A Nightmare On Elm Street.
I give props to Wes Craven for creating the concept though. Very cool guy.
The School Picture
I was at school, just chillin' and walking through the halls. I noticed a sign outside of the gym that said *SCHOOL PHOTOS TODAY* Of course, this being a dream, the fact that I had not heard about the picture day was irrelevant. I walked up to the backdrop, of course not noticing that every student, as well as the Photographer, had a red and green striped shirt of some form. Some had tanktops, others had sweatshirts, other had hoodies, other had T-shirts. Only one had a sweater, the photographer. Of course, he didn't look like Freddy yet. Isn't it odd that you don't notice things in your dreams until AFTER you wake up and think about it? I hate that. Well, anywhoozers, when my turn came up, I sat down, smiling big. The photographer had a British accent and said *Smile Biggah, now biggah, now biggah* and every time he said it, I had to smile "biggah". By now I could feel the pain of my cheeks stretching and the tearing of the corners of my mouth. Still he said to smile bigger. And I did. My mouth was huge, and now the voice was growing raspier and less British. Then the pure rasp of the genuine Freddy voice *still bigger bitch* then a laugh. When I looked up I saw the familiar scarred face. Again, it wasn't the silly, witty, movie Freddy, as played by Robert Englund. Nope, it was something else. I don't know how to explain it. It was like someone else had put on Freddy makeup. The eyes were evil and black. When I was done lamenting about the pain in the corners of my mouth, I noticed that the madman was pushing the camera towards me. The lens went into my mouth and he pushed the flash button. *Now we have a lovely picture of the inside of your mouth* he said, amusedly *it's good to know you brushed today*. Then he shoved the camera down my throat. I saw a flash of red and white, and then woke up. I think I will sleep with a nightlight from now on.
The School Picture
I was at school, just chillin' and walking through the halls. I noticed a sign outside of the gym that said *SCHOOL PHOTOS TODAY* Of course, this being a dream, the fact that I had not heard about the picture day was irrelevant. I walked up to the backdrop, of course not noticing that every student, as well as the Photographer, had a red and green striped shirt of some form. Some had tanktops, others had sweatshirts, other had hoodies, other had T-shirts. Only one had a sweater, the photographer. Of course, he didn't look like Freddy yet. Isn't it odd that you don't notice things in your dreams until AFTER you wake up and think about it? I hate that. Well, anywhoozers, when my turn came up, I sat down, smiling big. The photographer had a British accent and said *Smile Biggah, now biggah, now biggah* and every time he said it, I had to smile "biggah". By now I could feel the pain of my cheeks stretching and the tearing of the corners of my mouth. Still he said to smile bigger. And I did. My mouth was huge, and now the voice was growing raspier and less British. Then the pure rasp of the genuine Freddy voice *still bigger bitch* then a laugh. When I looked up I saw the familiar scarred face. Again, it wasn't the silly, witty, movie Freddy, as played by Robert Englund. Nope, it was something else. I don't know how to explain it. It was like someone else had put on Freddy makeup. The eyes were evil and black. When I was done lamenting about the pain in the corners of my mouth, I noticed that the madman was pushing the camera towards me. The lens went into my mouth and he pushed the flash button. *Now we have a lovely picture of the inside of your mouth* he said, amusedly *it's good to know you brushed today*. Then he shoved the camera down my throat. I saw a flash of red and white, and then woke up. I think I will sleep with a nightlight from now on.