The title explains it all.

It was originally gonna be dreams fear of toasters.

Maybe another day.

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Nightmare was casually sat on a table kicking his feet(?) Back and fourth contemplating what he should have for lunch. The tears of children sounded alright. He got off the table to get his lunch when suddenly the front door swung open violently hitting him in the skull. An overly happy dream stood in the doorway hiding something from view.

"NIGHTMARE! BROTHER WHERE ARE YOU?"

"behind the door"

"WHICH DOOR?"

"The one you just opened WHAT OTHER DOOR IS THERE!?"

"well we have bedroom doors, a kitchen door, a-"

Nightmare forcefully pushed the door off of himself and shut dream back outside.

"BROTHER PLEASE LET ME IN"

"Hmmm..." Nightmare pretended to consider if he should listen or not.

"Eh, nah. You're fine out there."

"BROTHER PLEASE I WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING I FOUND!"

"is it your brain?"

"...no, I already found that. It's something much cooler!"

"A dead person?"

"Wha-NO! Nightmare that's not cool, that's sad!"

Nightmare groaned in annoyance and opened the door revealing a scowling dream sans.

"Hello." Nightmare said like the whole conversation hadn't just happened.

"... hello brother. LOOK AT THIS COOL THING I FOUND!"

Nightmare stared at what Dream was holding.

"Well done, you found our pet rock."

Dream looked at his hand and realized he grabbed the wrong thing.

"Oh not this."he said and tossed it behind him in some overgrown grass.

"Wha-"

"THIS IS WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR! BEHOLD!"

Dream pulled out a silver sword and showed it to Nightmare, who looked worried and triggered at the same time.

"Dream. First of all,your holding the damn thing by the blade. Good job your wearing gloves. Second of all, where the hell did you get that?"

Dream rotated the sword so he was holding it correctly and smiled proudly like he had achieved something.

"Well, when me, Ink and Blueberry went exploring we came across a dungeon like thing and this was lying aimlessly in it. Pretty cool huh?"

Nightmare glanced at the sword then back at dream.

"Why did they trust you with it?"

Nightmare asked his brother who had decided that swinging it around like a crazy person/monster was a good idea.

"Because I am the most careful out of us three."

"Your holding it by the blade again."

"I knew that!" Dream pouted as he rotated it for the second time.

Nightmare facepalmed and sighed.

"Look dream, how's about you just give me the sword before you destroy something-"

Too late.

"... well. It appears we no longer have a window next to the door."

"Uheheh,yeah we do... just without the glass Is all!" Dream laughed nervously.

"Of course."

"You're strangely calm about this..."

Nightmares eye was twitching as he reached out and snatched the sword away from him.

"No more playing with sharp things for you." Nightmare scolded before using his telekinesis to throw the sword out of the broken window that is 'still a window' into some tall grass where their pet rock lurked.

For the rest of the day dream sat on the couch with the most saddest look on his face as he listened to his brother lecture him about sharp tools and weapons and why not go swing them around wildly.

This is short.

But I'm tired.

I'm gonna stay up all night and play sonic because I'm wide awake.

Remember to brush your teeth before you cross the road.