Of Dreams and Journals

The Sleepless night

Dipper stared at the journal lying on his nightstand. 

"Tomorrow..." He Muttered to himself "Tomorrow, I'll read. For now, sleep...."

It felt like he had said that a thousand times, and it wasn't working. His mind just kept moving back to the journal. He had tried counting sheep, warm milk, and even meowing like his sister did when she was sleep deprived.

He couldn't take it! He turned on his reading lamp, grabbed the crimson journal from the bedside table and opened it up, It landing on Gnomes.

He chuckled to himself, remembering the encounter he and his sister had when they first came here. 

He shook his head. 'Stay on track....' He thought, as he started turning the pages until he reached a certain triangle's page.

"Bill...." He whispered. He brushed his hand over the picture of the dream demon. 

Suddenly a cold rush went through him, and it felt as if time stopped. He looked at the scenery, it seemed to turn monochrome.

"Oh, swooning over me I see! I'm flattered." Said a voice that sounded like a certain dream demon he knew. He looked torwards the source to see a triangular demon staring at him. 

"B-Bill?! When did you get here?!" Dipper yelled, confused.

" I saw your light on in your window, and when I came to check what you were doing, you were swooning over a picture of me!" Bill teased. Dipper blushed.

"One, I was not swooning. Two, what do you want?" The Brunette questioned.

The triangle glared at him. "Yeah..right. Anyways, go to sleep. Look at what time it is." He motioned torwards the clock. "It's 2:57 am.." 

"And you care, why?" Dipper asked. "Every time I've seen you, you haven't cared about me at all."

"I don't want to put up with a tired Pine Tree tomorrow." Bill said, annoyed.

"Wha-...Wait...tomorrow? Why tomorrow?" The younger asked. " And why should I listen to you?"

"...Just sleep. Okay?" Bill said, with slight desperation. " And if you don't, you'll have to put up with staying in the mindscape for a couple...I don't know....Weeks? Months?" Dipper sighed.

"Okay! Okay! I'll do it." The brunette said, annoyed.

"Good. Sweet dreams, Pine tree!" The triangular demon yelled, as the space around them started regaining colour.

"Ugh Damn...He's annoying..." Dipper muttered as he turned off his light, and curled up in his blanket. 

Bill started floating back into the woods. " Sweet dreams, Pine tree. I have big plans for you tomorrow.."