• I lay in the grassy fields of a four year old girl's dream and think to myself, "Why am I here?" I can't stand what my dad does, who is, what he is. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Desmond Krueger. You've probably all heard of my dad, the notorious demon dream murderer, Freddy Krueger. I'm nothing like him. I mean, I have all the powers, the gloves, even the fedora and bad christmas sweater (I have hair and good skin, though, but we won't go there), I just can't stand to see people in pain. It's almost as if I can feel exactly what they,the victim are feeling, when my dad has his fun. I can't understand why my dad has so much fun killing kids, or why he wants me to do it so bad. It's a terrible thing to do, and why he uses his power for something so terrible puzzles me. All my childhood, I wanted to be just like my dad, but the more I grew up, the more I realized, it's wrong to kill. If only dad could see that. I can feel my dad, his power, his evil energy, growing closer and closer, but I'm not scared. I'm used to him ruining everything, not matter haow attached I am to it. This dream, for instance. I'm fianally relaxed, at peace, and now my dad's coming to destroy that, and since I failed to kill the ,little girle before he got here, he's going to put another gash on my arm. Every time I fail to kill someone, my dad punishes me by using one of his metal claws to put a gash in my arm. He says he does this to teach me a lesson, but I don't learn anything. I care about my dad, Ido. ?He raised me and attempted to teach me what he thought was best, but I know he really doesn't care about me. It's just wishful thinking. What he really needs me for is a succeeder to his job, the nightmare demon. Sometimes I wish he could change and use his powers to make good dreams not bad, and sometimes I wonder if I should change to be like him. A beautiful woman, the four year old's dream of herself, rides up besides me.
    "Who are you,"she asks"and what are you doing in my dream?"
    I sit up and smile at her.
    "My name is Desmond Krueger, and I'm waiting for my dad. When he gets here, thing are going to get really scary, and then eeverything, all your fears, all your worries, all your troubles, they'll all disappear." I tell her. My dad enters the dream and I close my eyes, but I can still hear her screams. It all goes silent and everything fades except for my dad and I.
    "I'm disappointed in you, Desmond. I thought you were strong. You have more power than I do, and yet you refuse to put them to use. Why is that?"
    "I do dad. Just not in the way you want me to." I said. My dad sneered.
    "You're pathetic." He growled. He took my arm and cut it, but I don't scream. I don't make a sound. I just stand there and take it. Next time you do what Itell you!" He yells and fades away. Another scene fades in. A magical forest. I lay down on a giant, soft toadstool and wait for it to happen all over again, but I don't care. I just want to rest.