The Dream Maker

A scary story for kids about a girl who wanted a dream, but instead got a nightmare that may have been a little too real. What do you dream about?

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Episode Transcript

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Welcome to Scary Story kids. Myname is Edwin, and today's story is
about a young girl who learns alittle bit about how dreams and nightmares work.
Do you know how they're made?Listen? If you dare? Are
you ready? Here we go?Momm used to tell me about the legend

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of the dream Maker whenever I hadnightmares. It was about this little old
lady with long white hair that livedup in the mountains where clouds were born.
Her job was simple to draw ourdreams on a piece of paper and
turn them into paper airplanes, andthen send them to our homes at night.

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Not all of them would get in, not all would arrive, which
is why sometimes we had and othernights we didn't. But if her job
was only to do that, thenwhy would she make them so scary sometimes?
Well, Mom would say, shemakes mistakes when you draw me?

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Do I always look like me?She was right. If she looked like
how I used to draw her,I would be scared to get close to
her. But back when I waslittle, I thought that dream maker legend
made sense, But I wish Ihadn't thought about it so much. I
had a couple of friends at schoolwho would talk about their dreams all the

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time. Once I got to middleschool, I realized that they were probably
making them up. But back infirst grade, it was something that we
talked about during lunch at the cafeteriaat school. What did you dream about?
Clara and Martina always told me ofthe greatest things you could imagine,

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that they were scientists working at theInternational Space Station, or that they had
a submarine that would take them toany beach that they wanted. One time,
Clara and Martina both said that theywere in the same dream. And
I'm embarrassed to say it now,but I believe them. But back then
and now, I guess I likedalways sticking with the truth. So I

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would tell them that I had nothad a dream in many nights. They
would roll their eyes and get backto eating their carrot sticks and peanut butter.
Days passed by, and the questionwas the same, what did you
dream about? It was tempting tomake something up, but I didn't.

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I would shake my head and saythat I didn't dream anything. On my
way home from school one day,I told Mom about the question and that
I hadn't had a dream in awhile, to which she said that it
was okay that you don't always dream, and that it might that I'm actually
resting and not tiring myself out inthem. Do you really want to dream

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that you're working or that you haveten ponies to take care of? I
guess she had a point. Momused to always complain about work, But
I also did think that it wasbetter to not dream anything than risk having
another one of those nightmares. Inthe last one, I was being followed
by a large dog through the darkwoods. I woke up just before it

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caught up to me. But stillI wanted a dream. I really did
that night. After Mom closed thedoor to my room and I saw the
light from the hallway turn off,I stepped out of bed and walked to
my window. The flickering light fromthe street lamp across the street was making

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a buzzing noise. Moths and otherinsects were circling around it. But then
I got it. I opened upthe window about halfway up. I could
feel the wind coming through. Thatshould be enough space for the paper airplane
with my dream to arrive. Excited, I climbed into bed and made a

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cave out of my blanket. Theroom was colder, than I thought it
would be, but the blanket waswarm enough. I counted down from one
hundred and lost track of the numbersat some point. Soon I was fast
asleep. I woke up in themiddle of the night to the sound of
the creaking floor by my bed.I grabbed onto the blanket as tightly as

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I could, but something was pullingon them. This was my dream,
a nightmare. The little old ladyhad made a mistake again. Harder and
harder I held on, and harderand harder it pulled. But then I
froze when I heard a raspy voice, Hello, little girl. I tried

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to hold my breath to not makeso much noise, but I couldn't.
It was getting hot inside the blanket, and I was having trouble getting air.
Hello, little girl, the boysaid. I couldn't hold my breath
any longer, so I pulled downthe blanket just a little bit, and

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I felt the cold there in theroom. It was morning now, and
the room was freezing cold and stilldark. I looked toward the window,
and right underneath it it was alittle old lady. Her sinister smile was
glowing. I had opened up thewindow a little too much. I hadn't

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just let the paper airplane with mydream inside, but the dream maker,
her whole body, had gotten in. I screamed, and I heard the
footsteps of Mom coming to my room. She sighed before opening my door,
but when she did, she gaspedloudly. She looked right at the woman
at the wall by the window,and without taking her eyes off of her,

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Mom grabbed my arm and carried meout of the room, closing the
door behind us. We ran towardthe front door, got in the car,
and waited. The police came afew minutes after that. I don't
think that was the dream maker.Scary Story Kids is written by me Edwin

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Kovarujas. Information for parents is overon our website Scary story Kids dot com
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much for listening. Keep it scaryeveryone, See you soon.