A/N and usual disclaimer: Yes! I finally got this part rewritten to where I'm happier with it. I hope you all enjoy. We are fast approaching the part of the story where I have a gap with nothing written. Hopefully I get some good inspiration that links the parts of my story together before then. As usual, I don't own Freddy or the NOES universe. Wes Craven still has that honor. I do own Julie, Doug, Jay, Beverly and Joseph and this particular idea of mine. Please keep up the reviews. They keep me going lately. :)

Julie's head titled downward as she dozed off on the end of the couch. As her chin touched her chest she jerked back awake. Sleepily she rubbed her eyes and looked beside her to chastise her friends for letting her fall asleep. Doug and Jay were gone. "Guys?" she said, standing up. Julie looked around the living room, listening to the silence of the house. She sat down preparing to pull on her boots to go look outside for them. As she leaned forward she noticed a note lying on the table. Curious she set her boot back down, picked it up. It was short and had no signature.

Turn on the television, my Dreamwalker.

"Freddy," she whispered, for his unburned self was the only one who called her by that name. "I'm dreaming." Curious now, she reached out for the remote and hit the power button. The screen slowly lit up and she found herself watching what appeared to be a movie of sorts. It had a grainy quality to it as though it was a bit older but the picture was still clear. The image on the screen held no meaning for her. A girl in nightgown running through a hallway. It wasn't until she heard a very familiar sound that she sat up, suddenly paying attention. It was a sound that went with an image. A sound that raised goosebumps, not of fear but or something else. It was the sound of knives scraping along metal. Sure enough, a few moments later there was a shape that she had only seen in her dreams. Freddy. The movie seemed to pass in a blur but somehow she memorized every detail.

Four more movies went by the same way. Never did a title or credits of any kind ever appear. The movies simply seemed to blend seamlessly with one another though she could tell that there were gaps in timeline between them. In the fourth one she saw Freddy's unburned face for just a few moments. She caught more of him the in last one as well as images of his wife and daughter. She felt a slight twinge of jealousy watching the movies which amused her. The films did confirm what Joseph had told them and went into a bit more detail. After his death at his daughter's hand the screen went black. She sat, still staring at the blank screen for a few seconds. The her eyes caught movement on the table. The note had shifted as though caught in a light draft though there was air movement that she could notice. She started to lean back till she realized that the words written on it were not the same she had read at the beginning of this dream.

Now you know more of the story, my Dreamwalker. Perhaps this will help.

"Help with what?" she wondered out loud. "Help with fighting you?" Suddenly she was jolted awake by a hand closing on her shoulder. She turned her head sharply, expecting to see Freddy's burned visage behind her but instead saw Doug and Jay staring at her with concern in their faces. She held up a hand. "I'm fine. I didn't see him. But you'll never guess what I did see."

"The Dali Lama?" Doug asked grinning.

"No, you goof. I dreamt that I saw five movies. Movies about Freddy."

"Five movies? You were only out for ten minutes," Doug said.

"You mean, you saw movies about what happened?"

"The whole thing. Well, at least the part where he started coming into dreams."

"How?" Jay asked.

She looked at them, then at her hands which were folded in her lap. "I think it was the unburned part of him. The one that I dream about."

"How can you be so sure about that? How do you know he's not just using you to get to others?"

"I can't explain it but I didn't feel anything like that. I felt something else, like he wants to help."

Doug looked at Jay, then her. "Well, tell us what happened."

"It happened pretty much like Joseph said. The only thing I can add is how he killed each one."

"You saw each death?"

She nodded. "It wasn't pretty. And to make matters worse he has a grim sense of humor."

"How bad," Doug asked.

"Worse than yours," she replied. She reached into her nightshirt pocket and pulled out the picture of the Kruegers. Doug pointed to it.

"You sleep with that thing?"

"Um…yeah…" she blushed bright red.

Doug folded his arms and looked at her sternly. "You know, we're supposed to be fighting this guy, not having romantic fantasies about him."

"Hey, I can't help what I dream," she said, trying to defend herself.

"No," Jay said, "but you do have better control over it than the average person."

She sighed. "Like I said, I don't think that part of his spirit is evil. So I wanted to dream about him. Is that a crime?"

"No, it's usually not. But you're special, Julie. You can dreamwalk and control your dreams. You have to have greater control over your desires."

"You sound like the dream police."

Doug leaned forward. "In this case we have to be. Out of all of us you have the best chance of fighting him."

"You mean I'm in this alone?"

"Not at all," Doug replied. "But if you need us you can walk into our dreams. The only bad thing is that he can follow."

"So it would be best if I stayed out of everyone's dreams, just in case, right?" she asked angrily.

"Until we bind him," Jay said, taking her unburned hand. "I think it would be the best idea. If you can't go, he can't follow."

"What if he gets to you on his own?"

"In that case we'll call for help. You've always been able to hear us before," Doug said, patting her arm.

Julie sighed again and put the picture back in her pocket. "Tomorrow I'm going to try to reach his spirit. Maybe I can talk to him. Get him to stop."

"Good luck," Jay and Doug said in unison. "Try to keep your hormones to yourself," Doug added, smiling.