Everything was fuzzy. I could only see black with white specks. I couldn't feel any part of my body. I could only hear a slight ringing. I try to get a grip and focus on my surroundings. Finally I had the ability to actually blink. I blinked once. Twice. Slowly I began to regain feeling in my muscles and my vision began to clear. I could see a large ceiling above me and I realized that I was lying on my back. I sat up and glanced around. I was in some sort of factory and I was surrounded by boxes on all sides. I squinted and my blood ran cold as I saw the cold pale blue eyes that could be seen behind the clear plastic. I panic. I scrabbled away, but the packages that encircled me were walls on all sides. I was trapped. When I realized this I ran. I ran as fast as I could trying to escape the rows upon rows of identical dolls. But I was traveling through a deep maze. The walls of horror never ending. I continue to run searching fruitlessly for an end. I turn a corner and stop when I see a door. The door is large and metal. It reminds me of a prison door. There are bars on the door but I am not tall enough to reach it and see inside. So I apprehensively approach the entrance and yank the heavy door open. Inside I see a child, I can hear him crying. The boy sobs with his knees pulled up to his chest. His brown hair fell over his face since he had his head held down. I creep over towards his side. I kneel down beside him and place my hand gently on his shoulder. At the contact he flinches and his head snaps up. Wide hazel eyes stare at me fearfully. His breathing is heavy and he is tense and frightened. I try to calm him and place my hand on his shoulder once again.

"Whats wrong?" I ask softly. I give him a kind smile that is usually reserved for my brother. But this child's incredibly terrified and captivating eyes strike a cord in me.

"He's going to kill me," The boy whimpered. "Please. Please don't leave me." He started sobbing again.

"Im not going to leave you." I reassured him. "Whats your name?" I try to distract the child from his fear.

"Andy." He answers and his eyes darken as his bangs cast a shadow over his face. "Andy Barclay." My eyes widen. Impossible.

The sound of foot steps echoes in my ears. I whip around, my hair flying in front of my face. I thrust my hand forward as an act of self defense but as soon as my vision isn't blocked I wish I hadn't. My mother stands before me. She is human and she has a knife lodged in her stomach. The hilt of the knife is in my hands.

My mothers green eyes are blank and void of emotion. "My mother always said love would set me free." The whisper is terribly quiet and I can barley make it out. She falls to the cold ground before me. Tears start to shine in my eyes but they do not spill out.

My glassy eyes wonder around me and I am now standing in a dark room of pitch black. There are spotlights that shine down on me and the other things in the room. All the other things in the room are corpses. My hand flies over my mouth so that I suppress a scream. The gruesome deaths of these people. A woman who was crushed and mangled. A man with a broken neck. A man with a razor blade sticking out of his neck. There were many more, all of them were horrific and disturbing. There was the sound of foot steps. I turned to see Andy walking towards me slowly.

"Chucky's here." His voice echoed. "And he's going to kill us."

Then I heard it. The sound of his high pitched bone chilling laughter. The ginger doll came up behind Andy. I screamed at him to run, but instead he picked up the doll and held it to him with a stoic face.

The doll had a large butcher knife in hand and its reflective surface caught in the light would gleam. The blade was pressed against Andy's throat. The boys expression remained the same as it began to slit across his neck. Blood blossomed out of the wound, it gushed and made a sickening gurgling sound. The blade left Andy's throat but he remained standing and emotionless. He smiles at me. Blood pushed out of his mouth as he spoke.

"Hey I'm Andy. Whats your name?"

The doll turned its head to me and blinked. "Hey Im Chucky. Wanna play?"

I stare at the horrific scene in front of me and I finally let out an ear piercing scream.

I bolted up from the bed and continued to scream my lungs out. Glen grabbed my arm in panic trying to calm me down. I immediately went quiet when I felt him touch me. I was heaving as I looked at Glen who's eyes were wide with worry. The morning light bathed his tiny form and he frowned at me.

"It was about him, wasn't it." He stated. He knew I had nightmares about it. We both did. But I needed to be strong for Glen. The kid was only five. I couldn't let him know that Chucky effected me so severely. Even though I would freeze when I saw a doll. Even though I would cringe when ever I saw the scar on my leg. Glen couldn't know. I needed to be strong for him. But I would never lie to him, so I don't answer his question. All I do is ruffle his hair and smile gently.

"Sorry I woke you kid." I look over at the clock. 7:00 am "But I guess it was well timed." I got out of the bed and lifted him up in my arms. "Lets get you ready for school."

I give him a huge grin. But on the inside I remain terrified. I still see the image of a child smiling at me with his throat slit and holding a ginger doll with a knife.

Whoop. New story! I love writing dream sequences. Anything goes. Please review. :D