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The Nightmare Keeper
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    Parts 7
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    Time 52m
Ongoing, First published Mar 23, 2016
A Dream Catcher. You have one to catch all the bad dreams. The Nightmares. 

But did you know it gets full? 

At least once a week somebody has to empty out the dream catchers. The Nightmare Keeper. 

He sees simple nightmares all the time. But there are ones that are too horrible to believe. Even if they're simple. He doesn't like his job but he has no choice. He knows if he doesn't release the nightmares from the catcher, no one will and everyone will be burdened with them when they return to their minds.



(I'm not trying to make it like The Rise of The Guardians but it kind of ends up that way at times. Sorry)
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