The Nightmare on Elm St. - Rewritten

This dream played as a movie in my head. I was watching a movie, not active in the dream.

Freddy got a bad reputation. He loved his wife, that's all he was guilty of. He would kill for her. He would die for her. She was everything to him and he loved her.

His wife was a ruthless, cold, calculating woman. She was short in stature with a reddish brown bob and petite. She was curvy, but not fat. She always wore business suits with short skirts. Her appearance was always pristine. She was never less than perfect. Kruger had fallen for her looks, her poise, and her grace but he should have paid more attention to her flaws.

She was currently buttoning up her clothes. The plumber, the Mason's boy from down the street, was currently zipping up his pants. He wasn't so bad in the sack but he was dumb as a bag of rocks. This guy would do anything she told him, all for another chance to sleep with her. She cooed in his ear and slid her arms up around his neck and whispered into his ear. He was going to get rid of one of her problems.

They owned a three bedroom house in the suburbs. They also had a teenage daughter, Leslie. She lived in the top right bedroom of the house. Peter, the newborn baby boy the couple just had, lived in the bottom left bedroom. The couple, lived in the top center bedroom. Kruger pulled up to the house in his black F150, excited about seeing his newborn son. He had always wanted a baby boy. He took two steps before a giant blast knocked him back on his feet. He was knocked behind his truck. When he got to his feet, he saw that the room where his newborn son had been, was a giant, black, burnt hole in the side of the house. His son was dead. He started screaming and tears rolled down his cheeks. He tried to run to the side of the house but locals held him back. No one saw the Mason's boy driving away from the scene.

Leslie knew what her mother did. She knew her mother was responsible for Peter's death. Her father refused to believe it or see the signs. But, it was obvious. To make her point, she hid her father in her closet. He protested at first and then agreed. He knew his wife wouldn't, couldn't conceive of something so horrible. So, to please and quiet his daughter, he hid. His wife came into the room and saw Leslie. She smiled, a cold and calculating smile. She looked around and then spoke.

"Too bad that he didn't kill you as well. It's amazing how far men will go to get off. One day you'll learn how to do that, if you don't ... let's say," as she tapped a nail against her cheek, "have an accident first. Your father will. I've grown tired of him and he's just not as useful to me as he once was. That's why I kept him around for so long."

Kruger gaped in shock from the closet.

"I thought you loved father."

Leslie whispered, slowly. Her mother just laughed.

"Loved? NEVER! I never loved him! I just used him! Thank you, Leslie, I needed a good laugh today."

Kruger balled his fists.

Leslie's father had been useful to her mother because he used to kill for her mother. Her mother was a cannibal. She was too perfect to kill for herself - too much blood. So, she slept with Kruger and manipulated him into killing for her. He would bring the bodies to her and she would feed. Leslie would take the victim's clothes, which were stripped from their bodies before her mother ate, and wear them. Leslie liked the scent of the blood, but would never eat human flesh.

Her father burst through the closet door and hit her mother. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth and she laughed as she wiped it away.

"Did you really think that I ever loved you? I didn't want kids, I only had these mistakes to keep you happy so that you would keep bringing me food. You're NOTHING! NOTHING TO ME! DO YOU HEAR ME, KRUGER?!? NOTHING!"

Kruger, at that moment, punched her so hard that the mother landed across the room and cracked her head open on the edge of the steel corner of the bed. She lay silent on the floor.

Then, the police came in. Leslie and Kruger could hear them from the top floor.

Kruger turned to Leslie.

"They'll never believe me that I had nothing to do with all of this. It's up to you to get out of here and clear my name."

He said as he showed Leslie a way out. He opened the window and gave her the way out. Leslie kissed her father on the cheek and jumped out of the window, landing on the trampoline. She ran, as fast as her feet would take her, away from her childhood home.

As soon as Leslie felt she was a safe distance away, she stopped and turned to watch her dad. She almost screamed. Her childhood home was now on fire and she saw the police retreat, but never saw her father. She watched as her father and mother burned alive inside of the house she was just in. She was the lone survivor of her family. It was all taken away from her in a day. Just a day. She turned her tear stained face away. She had to keep moving. She couldn't let anyone know who she was or what she was doing. So, she ran again.

She saw her father in her dreams. He was always there.

A few weeks later, Leslie got a job at a camp as a counselor. She was going to some place called Crystal Lake. This place would help her cope with what happened. She would need to forget who she was and become someone else. She looked up as a male counselor across the room smiled at her. After what she'd been through, Leslie was ready for anything.

She smiled back.

The Disapproving Mother-In-Law-To-Be

Atlanta was almost post apocalyptic. There was no one around, gas mains had ruptured leaving huge holes in the road in the middle of the city, and all of the buildings were worn and unused. The ocean had even come inland. The war really destroyed Atlanta. It was once beautiful, thriving, and full of life. Now, it was just reduced to rubble and there was no life to be seen.

There were bands of people who lived underground because we were known as the "resistance." We didn't want to get caught by the probes that monitored the surface. I was not myself in my dream, but a girl named Anatolia who was a scavenger and thief, and quite good at it. I has olive skin and long, dark hair. My eyes were green and I was tall and thin. Well, everyone was thin, there wasn't that much food to come by.

I crept along the passageways until I found my boyfriend's house. When I say, "house," I use that term loosely. We lived under ground and each person took a pile of rubble and build it into a crude looking dwelling. Sometimes, if you were crafty, you even had running water.

I crept into Josh's window. He helped me in and motioned me to be silent as his mom was still up. She really disapproved of me. We snuggled on his bed for a while, just happy for some peace and a little happiness in the world, when his mother threw open the door in a rage. She heard me laugh, she said later.

So, in an act of defiance, Josh told her that he was going to marry me. She smiled at him, almost sweetly, and said, "Sure you can, if you can find her."

Then, I woke up in the pits way below the city. The places were criminals won't even go. I could hear the spray of the ocean close by and I knew I was in trouble. I needed to find my way back to Josh but I didn't even know where here was. There was no one to ask. The people I did see, avoided me like the plague. I guess they were warned by that evil witch not to talk to me about anything.

I wasn't sure if I was going the right way but I followed the sound of the water spray. I know that would help me get out of the cave. I just kept hearing Josh's mom's laugh over and over again in my head.

The Spaceship and the Budget Committee

I was on an abandoned space station. How did I get here? Where was the meeting? I had a crew of six - and we were all out searching this abandoned facility. We were told to meet here by the federation of the planets to go over some budget changes that would affect our missions.

I motioned to my crew to spread out. I went into this room and saw there was no one there. I was hesitant to turn on the lights, should that attract unwanted attention.

Before I could leave, I heard soft crying. I followed the sound and found a little girl. The girl was smallish in size and couldn't be more than eight. She was huddled in a corner of the small room, hidden behind some linens. I grabbed her hand and put one finger over my mouth to tell her to be quiet. There were monsters orbiting around this station and the last thing that we needed was to attract attention.

I crept down the hall, still holding the girl's hand. I found the hatch where our spaceship was docked. I was about to sneak the girl onto the ship when a monitor flickered. Then, a hologram popped up. It showed a space ship, shaped like a shark. The biggish shark shaped ship was surround by smaller, shark shaped ships. They were approaching rapidly. My crew must have set off a silent alarm. We were going to have to fight our way out of this. I would have to hide the girl somewhere else because the first target would be my ship.

I maneuvered the little girl into a closet nearest to the ship. There was no point in being quiet anymore. I tapped the communicator button on my shirt and spoke to the other crew members.

"Hold on guys, we've got company!"

Then, we heard an explosion on the lower levels of the station. I made sure that my gun was loaded and motioned to the others to double check their guns. Then, they sprung the fight on us. There were gun blasts, death cries, and blood everywhere. I managed to lose one crew member already.

"What do I do now?" I asked myself while still firing my gun.

Just then, one of my crew members Justin, came out of the ship on his motorcycle. He started riding in circles and blasting the enemy with the missiles on the side of his motorcycle (which turned out to be shark shaped aliens with water helmets that allowed them to walk on dry land).

This was our chance. I grabbed the little girl's hand and picked her up. I would hand her off to Justin so that he could get her to the ship. It all happened in slow motion. When I handed her off to Justin, while both of us had her in our arms, she was shot in the stomach twice by one of the enemies. Louise, part of my crew, saw this and shot the alien in the face, rupturing his helmet which made him suffocate.

The little girl started gurgling blood.

"No! No! NO! Stay with me! You hear me? STAY WITH ME!"

I shouted at the girl. I put her on the ground and I started CPR. Justin came up behind me and put his blood stained hands on my shoulders.

"She's gone. There's nothing you can do. Let's go."

I looked at the girl. She was turning a pale blue. Her eyes were open, staring at me, empty.

Rival Gangs

I was not myself, I was someone else. I was following around a dignitary as a field reporter. This dignitary was from South America and was very important. He took us to see a top secret bridge that was being built in America in his honor. We passed by the bridge and strangely enough it was made of trees. I'm not saying it was a wooden bridge, it was made of actual trees. The pine trees were entwined together to make a bridge. This was the top secret bridge they were working on? It looked like something Keebler Elves made. The dignitary then took us to a building close by where the engineers were gathered together to plan the bridge. We were all told to grab an ID card and other badges before we could enter the hallway. Two of my friends and I hung back from the dignitary and his crowd. One of the other girls hung back with us. She had been spending time with the dignitary as a private call girl. She placed her ID in the trash and looked at us. "If you know what's best for you, you'll leave. Kendra's coming." Then, she was gone. A photographer passed us and told us that she had to run to the hospital, there had been an accident in her family. She gave me her really expensive camera and her card and said that she would retrieve her camera later and then left in quite a hurry. The dignitary called to us and told me to take his picture. He posed with two more of his girls and I snapped three pictures to be safe. I looked at my friends. I was starting to get scared. Kendra was renowned as a head of one of the worst gangs in the area. She was Hispanic in origin, about 140 pounds, 5'6", and she wore the worst wig. It was cut in a 50s style, dyed auburn, with pink highlights. She was dressed in a pink tube top with white hot pants. It was painful to look at. The girl to her right was younger, about seventeen, and stopped to look at me. She said, "You're holding that camera wrong and that's a crime. Let me show you how to properly hold it." And she proceeded to correct me. I thought they'd just walk by and leave me alone, but I was so, so wrong. Kendra stopped in front of me as well. Why didn't I just leave when that girl told me to? I should have listened. But no, I had to stay here because I wanted a damn promotion. Kendra looked at the dignitary. "You have some nerve showing your face around here, Juan. I thought that I told you to stay out of my fucking territory! Since you can't seem to follow simple directions, I think that I need to teach you a lesson." She started with the lesson. She pulled out a couple of guns and shot all of the girls the dignitary had around him. The younger girl, the seventeen year old who had corrected me earlier, came up to me and smiled. She whispered into my ear, "Because I think you weren't involved in anything that Juan did, we're going to show you and your friends mercy. Kendra will deal with you herself. Be strong and you'll earn her respect." Then, Kendra came over. She looked at me and then charged at me. There wasn't a gun for me - it was physical violence. I had not been trained to fight physically, so I just defended myself. I got a punch or two in and I even tore out some of her wig. I hated that damn wig and attacked her with everything I had. My friends weren't as lucky as I was. One of my friends didn't defend herself well enough so the girl she was fighting broke her neck and killed her. My second friend ended up being paralyzed from the waist down. I managed to only get away with a fractured wrist, broken elbow, and cuts and bruises. Kendra lost hair, had black eyes, and I broke her leg. After all of the fighting was done, Kendra pulled a gun and shot the dignitary in the head. Then, she looked at me while I huddled against the wall, dialing 911 on my cell phone in my pocket. "You've got guts, kid. I'll give you that. Stay away from the likes of these people or you may not get so lucky again."

The Forensic Pathologist

It was a dark, cold, rainy night. I was working alone that night. I had just finished an autopsy and was finishing closing the Y incision when I received the call that I had two more patients on the way. I sighed. This was going to be a tough case. The officer told me that there was a family in a car crash. The wife was driving with the husband in the passenger seat and the newborn baby in the car seat in the back seat of the car. The wife had hit a tree and then the car burst into flames. The husband and daughter burned to death but the woman escaped with third degree burns. She was being air lifted to this hospital. However, I had to stay and preform the autopsies on the rest of her family. The doctors had put the woman in a medicine induced coma. The bodies arrived from the ambulance and were transferred to the slab that I worked on. The small burned body was so tiny. There was barely anything left. The man, if you could call him that, was burned beyond recognition. There was hardly anything left of him either. There was a stale, burnt pork smell. I started my job. I decided to start with the baby first. As it turned out, the baby died of smoke inhalation so she had a bit of a merciful death. The husband suffered more. He burned for a long time before he finally died. I recorded my findings in the official report and scrubbed up. I went downstairs to deliver the report to my supervisor. He looked miserable and then informed me that the wife was awake. He told me that I would have to be the one to explain about her family. She didn't know. My mouth dropped. How do you tell someone that their whole life had changed? She lost everything ... her husband and her newborn daughter, and I had to tell her. I walked into her hospital room with my file. I tried to smile and ask how she was doing. She wasn't interested in small talk, just how her family was. I told her as gently as I could that her family was dead. I told her that they didn't suffer and died quickly. I knew it was a lie but she deserved some kind of peace. She told me that a dog had run out in front of her car and she tried not to hit it. She lost her entire family while trying to avoid a dog. She started sobbing. All I could do was just go up to her and give her a hug. What else could I do?

My husband and the Dinner Date

I was with my husband and we were staying with an affluent single father with three children, twin teenage boys and a girl about thirteen. The single father was going to introduce us to the neighborhood. It was gorgeous. It was a city built on clear, blue water. Dolphins swam through the water streets. The place was beautiful but my husband and I couldn't go anywhere since the place was so guarded.

We had a dinner date with our Fraternity. I woke up late. The dinner date was at 8pm at a restaurant across town. I woke up at 7:30pm. Jesse and I hurried to get ready and then we left the house with the family we were staying with. It was pouring rain outside. We got into the family's van and they took us to the wrong restaurant.

My husband and I didn't realize it was the wrong restaurant until we got there. The father of the family was a waiter there and he thought he was helping. However, he gave us directions to the restaurant Front Page News that we were supposed to be at. He gave us advice that we should be careful while running from one restaurant to another because if we didn't have a pass, we would be fined ... and heavily.

We successfully snuck over to the restaurant we were supposed to be at. Then, the Fraternity told us that they couldn't be seated until we were all there. One of the members said they wouldn't be there until 9pm and the reservation was for 8pm. Some of the restaurant patrons looked at us while we were eventually seated. I learned that they were lobbyists and reporters. They came over to share a tappas/family style dinner with us. However, the restaurant stopped serving food while we were in the middle of dinner since there were SO many people at the table.

My husband and I realized the time and had to excuse ourselves to meet the family back at the other restaurant. When we got there, we were still starving so we sat with the daughter and ate. The twin boys both applied for a job where their dad worked. There was an arcade game in the corner and the boss said that they couldn't work, it was against policy to work with family, unless you were "linked" to a video game. They both raised their hands which showed intricate tattoos and said they were linked. The boss told them to prove it, so both of the sons stepped up to the video game and played it. They both beat the game after linking up with it and playing it Tron style. So, they were able to get a job working with their father.

My husband and I ate the food and had great conversation with the family. Then, we went back to their house to change since the rain soaked us through.

The Zombie Titanic

I was tasked along with 8 other people to be on board of the titanic. What no one was meant to know is that the bottom of the super ship carried zombies, demons from hell who fed of flesh and would infect you if they could. We were being punished and being made to take this ... things ... to the middle of the ocean and to drown them. However, the owners didn't tell us how many that they had on board. The zombies were all in the lower cargo bays. The eight of us made our passage down there to the zombies. One of the guys I was with was like a snake charmer. He saw someone grab my leg and I jerked. He told me to relax, and then he sang his chanting song. The arm let go of me. This guy smiled at me and told me he was the zombie whisperer. I was too in awe to argue with him. We still had a LONG way to go. Two of our team got away from us. A mother and her daughter, both of Asian descent.The daughter had the mother's wallet and life is nothing to them without money. The daughter got to the top of the ship and threw the wallet into the deep blue surf. No more wallet. The mother his her knees in anguish and cried.

More to come!