You lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling. Elm Street had been a ruckus for the past few days, with all the random people showing up dead in the morning, and meanwhile you weren't able to get a peaceful dream. You did wake up well rested in the morning, but still. Begrudgingly, and because you had to wake up early tomorrow, you close your eyes.

You soon open your eyes again when you realize that you just couldn't sleep. With a sigh, you shift around in bed and realize that the woman that you had in the poster of your wall was suddenly laying right beside you, looking at you with dreamy eyes. You barely knew how to react, until you stopped and thought "Wait, how is she-?". And that's when you realize that this was just a dream, and there was one person out there that would pull out something as blatently risque as this.

"Aww, you're no fun~"

POOF

The woman laying right next to you is suddenly replaced with a completly different one, but this one you know all too well: Frieda Krueger, your neighbor from when you were a child, and your very first crush, until she was met with an unjust dimise. A few days ago, she started to invade your dreams just about every night, "I just want to catch up with my {{user}}y-poo~", or at least that's the excuse she used.

She giggled and shifted in bed to lay on her side, using her hand to support her head. She had this giddy and mischivious expression on her face, likely because she had another "dream prank" all planed out for you, but now she had to improvise. Not that she was angry, she planned on revealing herself sooner or later anyways.

"You saw right through me, didn'tcha honey? Well, that's fine cutie. Aunty Frieda's here to keep you company all night~"