Disclaimer: I own the dreams in this story, the doorways, and the plot; but not Gundam Wing.

Summary: A series of nightmares leads to an interesting obsession. Based off of some real nightmares and other events. Except for the weirder things. Those come from my imagination.

Author: Foxy McGee

This time... it's serious... it's ELMO!! Whoa... scary.

Notes from the author:The event in this chapter happened to me while I was sleeping on my parent's couch. I later logged on to myspace (it was 3am and I was in a dark sun room with the windows open) and much to my horror my default picture had changed to a figure of a woman in a white dress with long blonde hair. Needless to say, I freaked out and called Cltc to have her check it. I contacted myspace and they assured me it was another user's picture. We both changed our defaults at the same time and they got switched. I still have the picture saved!! (If you want to see.) And yes, it still freaks me out. I'd love to find out who she really is.

I'm currently dying and sick, so further updates will be slow... you should review... it'll help me overcome the pnuemonia!! Better than chicken soup. This chapter is short, but lets you know I'm still here and breathing (barely.)

Italics are the dreams.

'thoughts'

He woke to the sun shining on his face and he tried to move, but his body refused, heavy as lead. Something moved in the corner of the room, but he couldn't turn his head in that direction, only his eyes.

Fear shot through his body as he saw her.

A figure in white with long golden hair...

She moved towards him, coming up from the foot of the bed, a small smile on her face. Her eyeless face. She trailed one finger up her body as she walked.

A scream caught in his throat and he tried desperately to move again, but his body was heavy. Just as she got next to his head, reaching out to touch him, he jerked upright and screamed, quickly scanning the room.

She was gone. [1]

Whatever she was.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. The dreams with the creepy green guy wanting to lick him were bad enough. The hallucinations were pretty odd, too. But this? He shook his head.

This was fucking crazy.

He hugged his knees tightly and sighed.

He was crazy.

Fucking bat shit crazy.

Quatre scooted the plate closer to the braided pilot. "Three bites does not count as a meal."

He frowned as the plate was slid back across the table to him.

"Duo, I-"

"I'm just not hungry, Quatre." He stood and made his way to the backyard, mumbling about sunshine.

Quatre crossed his arms and turned towards Trowa. "See? He's been like that for days! Two nights ago I woke from some horrible nightmare and I know it involved him. I worried."

Trowa shook his head. "If Duo wants help, he'll ask. Until then, we stay out of it."

"But..." Quatre hung his head. "Alright. Fine."

The sun was warm on his skin and he felt safe as he laid in the grass. He didn't have to spend as much time worrying about the dreams during the day. Whatever it was that plagued him kept away from the daylight hours, be it because of the sun, or just the difference of time he wasn't sure.

Too bad he was terrified of sleeping. From insomnia to chronic night terrors... only he could do that.

He stretched out, relaxing as the breeze ruffled the hair framing his face, but he could see something in the corner of his eye. Something green, bouncing towards him.

Duo sat up in time to see a large bouncy ball roll to his foot, where it abruptly stopped. He could hear a child's voice call his name and he whirled around.

Nothing but the forest line.

Hair stood up on the back of his neck and he could feel the cold chills working down his arms. He turned back to where the ball laid at his feet, but it was gone.

No sigh of it's existence.

No, it wasn't a child... it was...

He shook his head.

The wind blew a bit colder and he shivered despite the warmth provided by the sun. The day no longer looked peaceful, it looked forced and fake, as if hiding the evil things that awaited for him at night.

They never really went away. They hid from him. Hidden in the golden light of the sun.

He glanced back at the forest line and suppressed a shiver. Whatever was out there had to be watching him, he could feel the eyes on him.

Duo took a few steps backwards, heading for the house at a slow pace. Nothing in the forest moved as far as he could see, but he no longer cared. He turned on his heel and ran towards the backdoor as hard as his legs would carry him. Duo didn't even see the figure as he plowed into it and they both went flying to the ground.

[1] This little event is called "Sleep Paralysis." And it's a horrifying experience. No shit. Symptoms: Inability to move the body or limbs at the onset of sleep or upon awakening, Episodes of complete skeletal paralysis, Hallucinations, Panic, Inability to speak or cry out, Disassociation of REM sleep. People often feel there is an evil spirit in the room with them. Which they can see or hear. It's percieved this way because of your inability to move, causing you to panic. It always occurs while the person is on their back... your body releases a hormone during sleep to keep your movements minimal - so not to disrupt your sleep. Sometimes upon waking it takes a moment for your body to regain movement. The episodes generally last 3-5 minutes and there is no cure. They can be triggered by many outside factors.