The knife just grazed my right elbow. As I continued to fight this creature from the movie I just watched, he fell on his knees with my sword through its side. Looking up, the creature stared at me, it's yellow eyes glowing with hatred. I panted with exhaustion. I could sense it was almost morning in reality. As I glanced once more at the monster, his 6 fingered hand reached up and almost grasped my face.

I snapped up in my bed. Pain shot through my elbow and I grabbed it quickly. A read drop of blood splattered on my sheets and I looked at my elbow. It was cut, like the cut from my dream. Actually it was the cut from my dream. I looked at the right side of my bed and there laid the sword from my dream.

"UGGH " I mumbled. I brought another item back from my dream.

My room was shining with light. My hand still pressed on my elbow, I could feel it was wet with blood. Carefully slipping out of bed, I went to the bathroom and flipped on the lights. My hair was a mess and I looked like I just went through hell.

Oh wait, I did.

I opened up the medicine cabinet and grabbed a bandaid.

I did this every morning.

I fingered he bandaid on my elbow and winced as I finished. Scars covered my body. New ones were red and swollen and old ones just left a place on my body, reminding me of each dream.

I did my normal morning routine, of brushing teeth, changing clothes, etc.

Making breakfast, consisting of eggs and bacon. Placing them in the sizzling pan I noticed one of the bacon strips landed on the eggs. I moved it over carefully. I could feel the heat, but it never hurt me. I checked the stove and it was on high, I really didn't need to check though. Like it would hurt me! hahah.

I sat down as my breakfast cooked. The apartment was silent. As I was waiting for it to be done, I went to my bedroom and took the sword off my bed and shoved it in my closet. Where I kept all the stuff I occasionally brought back. If I concentrated hard enough, I could forcefully bring back objects that I wanted.

The bacon sizzled as I walked back, barefoot, on the cold tile floor to the kitchen. Grabbing the bacon from the pan, I slipped it down my throat and gobbled up the scrambled straight from the pan.

Being a Nightmare has it's advantages.

And disadvantages.