Episode 7
Julie sat on the bed and pulled five pill bottles out of the drawer. She set them one by one on the table. She shook a total of ten into her hand and swallowed them all with a drink of water.
“Damn medication. I wish I was off it.” She put the pill bottles away and turned off the light. Quickly she crawled under the covers and waited for the sedatives to take effect. “Where are you, Freddy?”
Julie stood in the master bedroom of the Krueger house looking at the curtains blowing in the night wind. She looked down at herself and saw she was wearing her black nightshirt. “I’m dreaming,” she said to herself. She walked barefoot to the window and looked out. Then she felt the lightest touch of fingers on her shoulders. She sighed. “Who are you,” she whispered, feeling the fingers run down her arms.
“Find me,” came the voice behind her.
“I did find you. You’re Fred Krueger. This is your house.”
“You have to find me.”
“Why is it so important?”
She felt hot breath in her ear. “I’ll tell you when you find me,” he whispered. His hands stole into hers for a moment.
She whirled around to see him but there was no one there. “Damn,” she said. She heard the echo of his voice in the air.
“Find me, Dreamwalker.”
She closed her eyes and concentrated. Then she took a few steps and stopped. Guitar music reached her ears. She opened her eyes and realized she was in an outdoor theater. Doug was onstage playing by himself. She walked up to the stage. “Doug,” she called.
He looked up at her. “Julie?” Then his eyes lit up. “I must be dreaming.”
“Bingo,” she replied.
Doug sat on the edge of the stage the guitar balanced across his legs. “So why are you walking into here? Having a nightmare?” He grinned.
She walked up to the stage. “No nightmare. More like a fantasy.”
“Uh-oh,” he said, still smiling. “Does this involve your creepy guy?”
“What other man has been in my life recently?”
“None is what your mother tells me.”
Julie sighed. “Thanks, Mom.” Then she looked back at Doug. “I didn’t see him, just heard and felt him.”
Doug played the first phrase of “Let’s Get it On”. “What was he doing, feeling you up?”
She glared at him and he stopped playing. “Nothing so crude, thank you. He just held my hand for a moment. When I turned he was gone.”
He held up a hand. “Am I gonna remember this in the morning?”
She thought for a moment. “Do you usually remember your dreams?”
“Not unless I’m getting some action.”
She shook her head. “No way, not from me.”
“Then shoo! Maybe a cute girl will appear in your place.”
“Ouch, that went straight to my heart.”
“Good. Go!”
She closed her eyes and concentrated again. This time when she opened them she found herself looking into a mirror. She looked around then back into the mirror. Suddenly her appearance seemed to dissolve and she let out a gasp of fright at the image that replaced it. A horribly burned face, a dirty brown fedora, red and green sweater, but he looked familiar. He grinned at her then opened his mouth and waggled his tongue invitingly. She shook her head and closed her eyes again.
Julie sat up in bed, gasping for air. She slowly held out a hand and watched it tremble. Sighing, she lay back down in bed and stared at the ceiling until a dreamless sleep fell over her.
“Damn medication. I wish I was off it.” She put the pill bottles away and turned off the light. Quickly she crawled under the covers and waited for the sedatives to take effect. “Where are you, Freddy?”
Julie stood in the master bedroom of the Krueger house looking at the curtains blowing in the night wind. She looked down at herself and saw she was wearing her black nightshirt. “I’m dreaming,” she said to herself. She walked barefoot to the window and looked out. Then she felt the lightest touch of fingers on her shoulders. She sighed. “Who are you,” she whispered, feeling the fingers run down her arms.
“Find me,” came the voice behind her.
“I did find you. You’re Fred Krueger. This is your house.”
“You have to find me.”
“Why is it so important?”
She felt hot breath in her ear. “I’ll tell you when you find me,” he whispered. His hands stole into hers for a moment.
She whirled around to see him but there was no one there. “Damn,” she said. She heard the echo of his voice in the air.
“Find me, Dreamwalker.”
She closed her eyes and concentrated. Then she took a few steps and stopped. Guitar music reached her ears. She opened her eyes and realized she was in an outdoor theater. Doug was onstage playing by himself. She walked up to the stage. “Doug,” she called.
He looked up at her. “Julie?” Then his eyes lit up. “I must be dreaming.”
“Bingo,” she replied.
Doug sat on the edge of the stage the guitar balanced across his legs. “So why are you walking into here? Having a nightmare?” He grinned.
She walked up to the stage. “No nightmare. More like a fantasy.”
“Uh-oh,” he said, still smiling. “Does this involve your creepy guy?”
“What other man has been in my life recently?”
“None is what your mother tells me.”
Julie sighed. “Thanks, Mom.” Then she looked back at Doug. “I didn’t see him, just heard and felt him.”
Doug played the first phrase of “Let’s Get it On”. “What was he doing, feeling you up?”
She glared at him and he stopped playing. “Nothing so crude, thank you. He just held my hand for a moment. When I turned he was gone.”
He held up a hand. “Am I gonna remember this in the morning?”
She thought for a moment. “Do you usually remember your dreams?”
“Not unless I’m getting some action.”
She shook her head. “No way, not from me.”
“Then shoo! Maybe a cute girl will appear in your place.”
“Ouch, that went straight to my heart.”
“Good. Go!”
She closed her eyes and concentrated again. This time when she opened them she found herself looking into a mirror. She looked around then back into the mirror. Suddenly her appearance seemed to dissolve and she let out a gasp of fright at the image that replaced it. A horribly burned face, a dirty brown fedora, red and green sweater, but he looked familiar. He grinned at her then opened his mouth and waggled his tongue invitingly. She shook her head and closed her eyes again.
Julie sat up in bed, gasping for air. She slowly held out a hand and watched it tremble. Sighing, she lay back down in bed and stared at the ceiling until a dreamless sleep fell over her.