~in the middle of the night~

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Both Joyce and Jonathan had already asked me several times if I had been sleeping enough, and although I keep saying yes, the truth is I'm terrified of falling asleep. And it's all because of the nightmares I keep having. I just lay in my bed, trying my hardest not to fall asleep and see the Upside Down again. But I can't keep my eyes open any longer, maybe I could just close them for a while, can't hurt, right?

Wrong, because I must have fallen asleep as I could now see the Upside Down version of Steve Harrington's house, his pool to be exact. I don't even need to wonder why, I've seen this dream already before. I wanted to turn away and leave, but as I did I was suddenly inside the pool, facing Barb, Nancy's friend, or at least what was left of her. I've already seen this, like almost every night. But this time, she opened her eyes, which were fully white as she stared at me, at least she seemed to be. I jump back, realizing I'm no longer in the pool, but rather at the Hawkins National Lab entrance. Again I've seen this before, and I've heard that voice saying "He's dead because of you!" like a million times, I watched my mom's old boyfriend lay on that floor, all bloody, not moving in the slightest. I walked closer wanting to say "I'm sorry." but it seemed like I couldn't use my voice in this weird dream. Suddenly, Bob opened his eyes to reveal the same white color like Barb's. And then, I was at what seemed to be an old storage or something, Billy Hargrove's car parking in front of the building. For some reason I walked inside, it was like something was walking for me, but this is a dream, so of course I won't have full control over it. I could see lots of people there, I could make out Mrs. Driscoll, Jonathan and Nancy's boss from Hawkins Post, Heather Holloway with her parents, they all stared at me with the same white eyes, including the other people there I didn't know by name. And now I was at the Fun Fair, seemed abandoned, even though it shouldn't even be built anymore, I could see a friendly-looking guy with glasses and a plushie sitting by one of the stands, not moving, blood dripping from his shirt. He opened his eyes as well to reveal the same white as the others. And suddenly I was at Starcourt, not much of our fight with the Mind Flayer left, just a body laying there, I didn't have to come closer to know it was Max's step-brother Billy, his head turned to me with the same white look. And then I was at the trailer park, I saw a guy with long hair laying on the ground, walking closer I realized it was Eddie, a guy Dustin told me about, Dustin said we would get along. I was expecting him to open his eyes to be full white like the others, but when he did open his eyes, they were red. And suddenly I was at another place, a place I have never had a dream about before, but I knew it from Max's drawing of Vecna's lair, at least it looked similiar, I could see four pillar like builds, each with a person tied to it, a cheerleader, basketball player, some guy with sweater and glasses and...

"Max!" I finally managed to say something, she was the only one moving, her head turning to me.

"Will?" Max asked, looking at me, confusion over her face, I ran to her.

"Did he get you too?" she asked as I struggled with the vines keeping her in place.

"What? No, this is just a dream.. I think." I replied, loosening one of the vines.

"How? I mean, this is real, I have been here since El fought with Vecna. How long has it been?" Max asked, still mostly confused.

"You've been in a coma for a week now, Lucas won't leave your side, only at closing hours, he wants to be there when you wake up. El's been trying to find you in your mind, but she can't." I explained, seeing Max's eyes fill with tears as she couldn't help a smile on her lips.

"This won't work, Will. I've tried many times." Max sighted as I struggled with the vines.

"No, I'm getting you out of here." I told her, finally loosening the vines enough for her to slip out.

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