Bold= thoughts

Dream woke up as he had a nightmare. Wow why is life being so rude to me today?

Wow... it's been a while since he had one. Almost years in fact.

"Hey bro what's wrong?" Nightmare asked. Dream shrugged, "nothing. I just had a Dream that's all." Well it really wasn't a Dream...

"Dream your a fucking bad liar." ಥ_ಥ

"🅛🅔🅐🅢🅣 🅘 🅣🅡🅘🅔🅓!" o(╥﹏╥)o

"Hey you have goop running out of your eyesocket, what's that about? Oh wait~" Nightmare said sarcastically. "That only happens when your stressed out, now tell me what happened." Nightmare sat next to him as Dream looked down.

"You know I feel like your going to make fun of my dream. And I'm tired of it Nightmare. You... are kinda mean." Dream mumbled hugging himself.

"Geez, Sorry if I hurt your "feelings" but it ain't my damn fault because your affected by it, it's just how I am." Said Nightmare turning around walking away.

"T-Then that's probably why... because you missed mom didn't you?" Nightmare stopped.

"We don't ever speak of that name, ever." Nightmare walked away closing the door.

Dream sighed.

"Brother, what happened to you..."

"The next thing is your feeling grumpy and now, I'm not even allowed to say joku anymore. What ever happened?" Dream looked up.

"I think he has bipolar or something..." Dream assumed sighing in frustration.

He then heard noises.

He then rushed and opened the door.

"Are you kidding me-"

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Dream opens the door to see Nightmares head on the table. He held vodka in his right hand.

"He blacked out again..." Dream sighed.