Hi everyone. Just to let you guys know, this story may not be my biggest one. I know how the story is going to go, but I may not be very long. We'll see, though. Ok, on with the story!

Chapter 6: Confessing

Kyle was desperately tired when he got up for school. He only got five hours of sleep, and it was only because he was afraid to have bad dreams. What a baby I am. He actually didn't remember any dreams at all. No bad dreams, no good dreams. But for some reason he felt that something happened. But he couldn't remember.

After the nine year old got dressed, he headed for the kitchen and sat down for breakfast. "Hey Kyle, are you ok now?" Sheila asked.

"Huh?"

"You had a night terror in the middle of the night, Kyle," Gerald answered.

"A night terror?" What's a night terror?

"Yeah."

Kyle looked at his parents curiously. He had no idea what a night terror was, but his mom looked a little concerned, so it must have been pretty bad. "Is it bad, mom?"

"Well Kyle," Sheila started, "it's just that, it can happen to anybody, but it's mostly common for people like Ike. Not your age."

Kyle looked down at his food. "You mean...Nine year olds don't have them?"

"Well they can," Gerald answered, "it's just not that most common."

Kyle grew curious and concerned. He still wanted to know what a night terror actually was, but he really didn't feel like getting into that with his parents. So he just let it go for now.

When Kyle got to the bus stop, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman were already standing there. "Hey guys," said Kyle.

"Dude, you look horrible," said Stan.

"I know. I couldn't get to sleep."

"Dude, you've been like this for almost a week," Kenny muffled.

Kyle was shocked. Have I really been like this for almost a week?

"Well, I guess I couldn't get to sleep last night either," said Cartman.

"How come?" Stan asked.

"Because I was too busy laughing at what Kyle did yesterday in front of the class! Hahaha!"

Stan curiously looked at his best friend. "Yeah, what was that all about anyway, Kyle?"

Kyle didn't know what to say. "I...I just got a headache."

"Dude I think you need to go to the hospital," Kenny suggested.

"No! I'm fine."

"But Kyle..." Stan tried to say but got interrupted.

"It's fine Stan. I'm all better." There was a few seconds of silence. "Stan...what's a night terror?"

"A night terror?" Stan asked, confused.

"Yeah. What is it?"

"I don't know. I guess it means terror at night."

"Oh yeah. That's a really good answer, Stan."

"I'm sorry. I've never heard of such a thing. Ask an adult."

"Come on Kyle, I thought you were smart," Cartman teased.

The bus then came, and the four boys got on to go to school.

"Alright children," Mr. Garrison started in the classroom. "Today we have a guest speaker who's going to talk to you about..dreams."

Everyone just looked at each other, curiously, and Kyle was even more curious.

"Please say hello to Jackson Snyder."

A normal sized man walked in with a notebook. He looked at the silence classroom. "Hello children. My name is Jackson Snyder. But you can just call me Mr. Snyder. I am here to tell you all I know about dreams."

Wendy Testaburger then rose her hand.

"Yes, what is it young lady?"

"When you say dreams, do you mean as in things you see when you sleep, or things you want to accomplish in the future?"

"Dreams you see when you sleep."

"Oh. Ok."

"Now, I know a lot about dreams, because I have researched on them. Now, I'm going to hand each of you children a packet." He started handing out packets to everyone. Most of them were annoyed, especially Clyde, who just pushed the packet off his desk. Kyle, though, who was always on task in class, curiously looked at the packet. It had different words in bold print.

"Now," Mr. Snyder continued, "who can tell me what dreams are?"

Wendy rose her hand.

"Yes?"

"They're images, sounds, and feelings experienced while sleeping."

"Very good young lady. And it's associated with rapid eye movement. Your eyes move when you sleep, because you are seeing things in your dreams."

Cartman rose his hand.

Mr. Snyder pointed to him. "Yes?"

"So...if I snuck into my mom's room and opened her eye lids, would her eyes be moving?"

"Yes, that's right actually."

"Sweet."

"Now, there are all kinds of things to know about dreams. As for all of you, you know that you have dreams. If you look at your packet, a lot of dreams come from your feelings and emotions, even when some dreams can just mean nothing. It depends on what imagination you have. Everyone has different dreams."

Craig Tucker then rose his hand.

"Yes?"

"Last time I had a dream that a deer was talking to me."

"Really? Do you know what it meant?"

"No idea. I can't recall any deers or animals."

"Well then maybe it was your imagination, having your own random dream."

"Craig doesn't have imagination," Cartman remarked. "He's too boring."

"What dream did you have last night?" Mr. Snyder asked the fat boy.

"My dream? Why, I dreamed that I entered this world full of giant ice cream cones."

"Oh? Do you love ice cream cones?"

"Oh yes. Very much."

"You see? That was a dream by his emotions. He loves ice cream cones." Mr. Snyder then pointed to Stan. "You. What dream did YOU have last night?"

Stan was silent. "I rather not tell."

"Ok that's fine. Sometimes our dreams are meant to keep to our selves. That's the best part about them. Nobody else can know about them unless you tell them, or if you have a twin. They usually dream the same thing."

Mr. Snyder then pointed to Clyde. "What did you dream?"

Clyde looked at him curiously. "I...I didn't have a dream last night."

"Oh, everyone always dreams."

"Well I didn't last night."

"Well you did. You just don't remember. Sometimes people think they didn't dream but it's just because they don't remember a thing.

Kyle grew curious, for he didn't remember his dream last night.

"Now," Mr. Snyder continued, "lets move on. If you look at your packet, you'll find the term Lucid Dreaming".

Kyle looked down at his packet.

"It means that if you are a lucid dreamer, you can control your dreams. Are any of you a lucid dreamer?"

Butters rose his hand.

"Please explain young man."

"Well...one time I dreamed that there was a horrible storm, but I didn't want that. So I tried to get it to stop, and it just did."

"Good. You're a lucid dreamer. Also, some people either dream in black and white, or in color. How many of you dream in black and white?"

Craig rose his hand.

"Not surprised," Cartman muttered to himself.

"Ok, then I guess the rest of you dream in color."

Then Kevin rose his hand.

Mr. Snyder pointed to him. "Yes?"

"Last night I dreamed that my house caught on fire, and everyone died."

"Yes. Young man, that was called a nightmare. You can look at it on your packet. Night mares are usually dreams that are bad, full of horrible stuff. Sometimes they mean things that actually happen. Sometimes little kids have dreams about monsters or being chased. And sometimes you may have a nightmare about somebody you love dying."

Kyle tried to listen carefully, and went through his packet. He looked and looked, but couldn't find what he was looking for. So he rose his hand.

"Yes young man?"

"What's a night terror?"

"A what?"

"A night terror. It's not on the packet, but I know it's real."

"Oh, a night terror."

"Do you know what it means?"

"Yes. A night terror is when somebody wakes up, yet not fully awaked. That person is either gasping or screaming, and if somebody tries to calm you down, it just makes it worse. During this, you have Non-rapid eye movement, and you can usually get paralyzed. A night terror is not really a night mare, though. You are not fully awake or fully asleep. You are scared, but you don't know what it is. You can't see or hear anything, but just feel it in your emotions. It usually happens from ages two to six. Although it's possible it can happen to anybody."

Kyle grew concerned. Did he really have a night terror? He couldn't remember it at all.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Well...do night terrors mean anything?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I mean...you said that sometimes dreams has to do with your emotions. Are night terrors like that?"

"Not really, young man. It's actually just a physical thing that can happen. It doesn't mean you have a problem."

"Oh."

"Kyle, why are you so interested in night terrors?" Stan asked.

All of a sudden, Kyle saw a five second image of a dead Stan, and scary sounds in the background. His vision finally went back to normal, and he started screaming like crazy.

"Kyle, what on earth..." Mr. Garrison said.

"Kyle are you ok?" Stan asked.

"Are you alright, young man?" Mr. Snyder asked.

"Can I use the restroom?" Kyle asked.

"Go ahead," Mr. Garrison answered.

So the Jewish boy got up and rushed out of the room, while Stan watched him with concern.

Kyle ran into the restroom, and tried to control his tears that started to fall from his eyes. "What's going on? What's wrong with me? Why is this happening?"

"Kyle?"

Kyle turned around and saw Stan.

"Kyle are you ok? What's going on?"

"Stan. I...I don't know."

"Kyle, why did you scream like that. That was the most terrifying scream I have ever heard."

"I..I'm sorry." Kyle turned around. There was no way he could explain this to Stan.

"Kyle please. Why did you scream like that? And...what's with all the night terror questions? Did you have a night terror?"

Kyle sighed, and turned to his best friend. "Yes Stan. I...I had a night terror. My parents said I did. And...I've been having bad dreams all week. And....I....I keep seeing horrible things."

"In your dreams?"

"When I'm awake."

"Day dreaming?"

"It doesn't feel like day dreaming. It gives me a huge headache, and it feels like I can't control myself. Random things keep coming to my eyes."

"Like what?"

"Just...scary..horrible stuff that I don't know what it is. And sometimes I can see people...horrible things happening to them. I don't know what it is. But...I'm...Stan I'm so scared! It won't stop!" The Jew started sobbing.

Stan was confused, but felt horrible for his friend. So he gave him a big hug, and didn't let go until Kyle was done crying.

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