Dunno if I wrote about this before. Been thinking about it a lot recently.

I've had only dreams about Freddy. The first was among the most vivid - and strange - that I've ever had. I wrote it down years ago, when it happened, but I can't seem to find it now. I'll continue searching and post it later.

For now, the second occurrence -

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I was at the small playground of an apartment complex, at the edge. An old chainlink fence stood between the park and the freeway, interwoven with small, dead trees.
A bright day, probably the weekend. Cloudy skies softened the sun's rays, leaving light but no radiating warmth. Autumn leaves scattered on the soft gravel beneath the old and rusted playground equipment, grey, and red not with paint, but with rust.

Two or three people approached me, two women and one man, I believe. One ahead of me, the other two behind me. Whether they intended revenge or just bullying, it's uncertain. I could see they were planning something serious, as they approached. The one before me spoke, with a ghetto accent. Her words, I don't remember. As I tried to talk them out of it, I easily found this was impossible, so I didn't try hard, either.

I knew it was a dream, so before they could do anything, I tried hard to wake up manually, to avoid unneeded pain. To no avail.

They approached me again, closing in and suddenly.. they disappeared for a moment. All was silent now, no cars passed, nothing. I heard a voice to my right, near the fence. From the little shade of the withered trees, I saw a shape. Not a shadow, but as if there was TV static in the air, or reflective oil in the shape of a man. When I blinked, I could see his body in full, but only for a split second - There was no mistaking it..

It was him. But he was different. Not like in the movies. He looked truly like he had just stepped out from the flames. His red-and-green sweater was blackened with char, as was his hat, and his face. I could see a few markings of skin, or possibly bones. It was hard to tell.. He was shadowed, somehow, despite being out in the sun.

This only lasted for a blink, before I opened my eyes to see the static-like figure again.

He casually walked up to me, as I faced foreward, I only kept my head turned to him. His glove became solid, visible. He slipped it off his barely-visible hand and held it with an open hand against my arm. He spoke softly over my shoulder,  "Take it.. Lemme see what you've got. Consider this a little gift."

Suddenly, he disappeared. Everything returned to normal - The three were surrounding me again, and the cars on the road continued to pass. The wind blew softly, as I stared at the wretched yet alluring contraption I held in my hands.

The one before me stopped suddenly, seeming frightened, staring with wide eyes at the object that had just appeared like magic in my hands. She tried to speak, but was unable. As I slipped the glove slowly onto my hand.. I flexed it once, getting a feel for it. She stared, her eyes getting wider and her knees trembling. She stuttered, attempting to change her attitude. I didn't give her the chance.

Suddenly, I lunged at her. I drove the index and middle blades directly into her eyes and growled harshly; She didn't scream. The blades were in her brain instantly. The blood and eye-fluid slowly oozed from beneath the blades. She was standing but only for a moment, before I slid the blades back out, her eyesockets now black and empty with a rim of red around them, as if her eyes were never there in the first place. She slumped to the ground, and I froze for a moment, thinking to myself - "I.. I killed her. This isn't just a dream anymore. She's really dead.."

I turned around, to face the other two. I did so.. with a grin, growing slowly wider. Despite what I'd just done, I loved it. Even though I knew this time when I killed them, they wouldn't just wake up like usual. They would truly perish.. It was intoxicating. I looked down at the blood-stained metal fingers, before the other one screamed; The male ran toward me, but was quickly stopped by a swipe to the chest. He was wearing a blue-and-white pinstripe sweater, which in seconds had an entirely red frontside.

He fell nearly to the ground, his shoulders propped up on a bench. I knelt down and smiled widely at him, setting the index blade on his neck. He started to say something, or scream it. He was quickly silenced when his throat was split open.

As he lay gargling and quickly bleeding out, I turned around to face the other female. She was blonde, but it was obviously cosmetic. She had some cheap jewelry around her neck, and on her ears. She started to run, but I grabbed her by the back of her head. As I did so, emitted an enraged, short, growl-like scream. I turned her to face me, pointing the now blood-soaked index blade to her eye.

She stopped for a moment, whimpering but very silently. She looked into my eyes with truest fear. I spoke to her, but not in my own voice.. It was different now. More gutteral, groggy. "Was all this worth it?" I said, gently wiping her friend's blood upon her cheek. She shook her head. "Mmh.." I nicked her cheek suddenly; she only yelped slightly, as if being startled.

Then I ran the claws through her hair, still staring into her fearful blue eyes. I smiled, licking my lips once, and suddenly sliced off her ear. She started to scream, but was silenced by my other hand over her mouth, gripping onto her face. I don't remember exactly the last thing I did to her.. But I know part of her neck was ripped out. I woke up just before the last cut. But just as I did, during the short transition from sleep to waking, I heard his voice again.
The words were unclear, but he seemed proud. Pleased. I thought I heard him chuckle in the distance as I woke up, but I believe that to've been a neighbour.. At least, I think.
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Notes:
I've had difficulty in the past writing down this one, either from lack of concentration or not feeling comfortable in doing so. Approximate date is 2009, but that could be completely wrong.