I laid my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. Only to open them instantly at the sound of a scream. I jumped out of bed, dashing towards the source of the sound. As I ran through the dark hallway I felt an impact and I was thrown backwards, back into the bedroom. As I struggled to get up as 'it' approached, I noticed that the charms on my dream bracelet were glowing. With that, I realized that I was still asleep.

As I looked up, I changed the scene to a rather pleasant day in a field full of flowers. He was standing there, an invader in my dream. He looked at me with hatred. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Me, I'm your worst nightmare." He said, charging me with a bladed hand stretching out. I tried to warp change our orientations, however, he was completely and utterly fixated on impaling me.

I felt the blades sink into my chest. It hurt, bad. I could feel one of the blades slicing for my heart. He was powerful, too powerful. I focused hard, the blade stopping seconds before it would have destroyed my heart. As I pushed him away, I realized I had spent too much focus on creating the setting to fight him properly. His self image included the blades, mine unfortunately did not have anything like that.

I clutched my wounds, blood pouring out of them. This might be a dream, but they still hurt. I took the blood and threw it into the air, the sticky red substance coating everything in the dreamworld.

Well, not everything, he looked drenched in blood, it dripped from his clothes, forming a pool around him. Only his gloves and his face were not coated. With that, I woke up.

I rolled out of bed, I had rested well before coming here. But a dream like that still shook me. The lights were still off as I got out of bed and stumbled towards the kitchen. Putting my feet back under me, I glanced at my bracelet, no glow. Good, I was still in the real world.

I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the milk and some cookies. Warm milk and cookies always made me feel better. Especially after something as shaking as what I had been through.

As I ate I turned the dream over in my mind, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. I had stayed unaware for much longer then I usually did in a dream. Then, I had been unable to stop or alter the relationship as he came after me. Dreaming was a contest of wills. His was a very strong will. However, the dream logic was not always the same as regular logic. It was tied to emotion and memory as well.

Opening my laptop, I started to pull up news articles about what had happened recently. Trying to find a clue to who my mysterious attacker was. It took some time, but I figured it out.

Apparently there was a child molester who had been burned alive here. That is when the deaths started to happen. He was powerful, and smart. He knew exactly what part of me to kill. He was so confident that he had let me choose the setting.

I smiled at myself, this might just be too easy. I looked down at my bracket again. It was glowing. I stood straight up in fright. He had pulled me back into the dreamworld without me even noticing it for a second. I felt more then saw him behind me, I jumped out of the way.

He crashed into the table, I gave him a kick to make him stay for a second or two longer. The second or two I needed to make my escape. I turned and ran into the hallway. As he chased me, the hallway got longer and longer. However, at the end was a bright light. I pumped my legs as fast as I could determined to get through the door. I could her him chasing after me. Closer and closer. At the last moment I flung myself through the doorway.

I plunged into the water. I struggled upwards, breaking thw surface and looking around. I was in the stream that led to a old fashioned grain mill attached to a old timely house. I pulled myself out of the water. I headed to the house, wet and hoping to find something to dry myself off with.

There was no electricity in the house, it used old lanterns, but none of them were lit. As I looked through the house, the light outside grew dimmer. He was making it night, making it harder for me to see him. He was more clever then his frontal assaults made him seem. As I dried myself off in the bathroom, I also lit a lantern so that I could see around me.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty haggard, but at least he was not behind me. I glanced down at the towel to pick it up, but I could feel him again, I glanced up at the mirror to see that he really was right behind me.

I dropped down, his claws going straight over my head. I rolled out of the way and stood up, with the darkness all around I was unable to see him, but he was there. I grabbed the lantern and ran. Through door after door of the house I ran. Turning twisting tumbling. He was right behind me, chasing me, getting closer. I was worried I might not make it. However, I burst outside and made a beeline for the old grain mill.

I glanced backwards and I could see him coming after me. He exuded a air of confidence that I was already his. I burst into the grain mill and glanced around for a place to hide.

The mill was small, but still running. The grindstones threw dust into the air as they ground the grain into flower. There was a small room with some of the machinery off to the side. I tried to dart into it, but I felt a slicing pain as he grabbed me by the collar. I felt myself starting to choke. However, having knives for fingers have some disadvantages. I fell forwards, the lamp smashing to the ground.

What most people don't know is that tiny particles in the air are very flammable. A huge explosion rocked the mill. I was ready for this, he was not. The fire passed around me and flowed towards Freddie.

The whole mill was on fire and freddie too. He rolled on the ground writhing in pain. His face had been burned away by the flames. He struggled to get back up, and changed me. I dodged him, but this time grabbing his hands and forcing them under the grinding stone. In a flash, his gloves were irresistibly caught in the mill. I smiled, in moments my job will me done.

"What? how?" he asked in terror. I straightened up, standing tall and proud.

"I'm a lucid dreamer, just like you are. I'm not just any lucid dreamer, I'm one who's job it is to take down ghosts like you. When I coated the world in blood, I did it so that I could see what was at your core. It was your face and your gloves. I realized I needed a way to destroy both of them to permanently destroy you."

"When I realized that you died in a fire, I knew that it had great power over you. You knew what it meant to be burned. However, if I had just made it a gas station or a oil refinery, you would have picked up immediately on what I was going to do. So I obscured it with the house and the mill. You let me set the place, so I used that to my advantage. To get the things necessary to start a massive fir here in the mill. You stopped me from getting kindling, but luckily, the lanp worked just as well. Because I was ready for the fire, I was able to make it not hurt me, while still hurting you." I smiled, "Goodby mister Kruger."

His gloves and face destroyed, I was able to wake up, this time to a rising morning sun and good dreams in my future.