Dipper POV:

I hate falling asleep. My dreams showcase aspects that I just don't understand. I see this girl which had long brown hair with curls with braces. She has brown eyes and she always smiling. She turned out to be a total brat. She always went out and reappeared with different boys and they were always mean to me. A couple decided to bully me and she just laughed at my misery. I saw her as she really was at that point. 

The dream shifted and I'm in a bed this time. The same girl came in with those two meatsacks that we tortured. They proceeded to grab me and forced me to wear makeup. Then they decided to talk loudly to each other and it seemed like it got louder and louder at each second. Then they started to sleep, but the one with red hair started to snore. I hated this part with all my being

It get's worse. The dream shifted again, but it doesn't have that girl in it. It has an old man with gray hair and a fez. He ordered me to carry large and heavy boxes while also taunting me. He commented on my arms, height and manliness. It also seemed that the boxes got heavier each time a taunt came at me.

I tried to wake up, but something kept me from waking up. The dream shifted until I'm near another old man. He looked like the other one except his hair was slightly longer and he had no fez. This man was the worst, he talked down to me. It was like I was inferior to him. I rolled my hands into fists because of the growing anger I felt. Who did he think he is? He was just older than me and I haven't seen him do anything great. Sure he had a bunch of weapons, but he didn't show me anything of value. He was smart, but I was smarter. 

I hated these people. The list grew more and more each time I slept. I saw a man with a stitch heart sweats beat me up for talking to a red headed female. I saw this same female break my heart and laugh at my face. I felt angry that these people thought that I was a stepping stool that they can take advantage of. I despised them more and more in my dreams. The only happy parts were ones with Bill. 

He was the only one who treated me like loyalty and helped me with my troubles. At those points I would forget about those people and just be content on spending time with my sweet man. Then the dream showed me something that angered me dearly.

Those people surrounding him and trying to destroy him. I tried to help, but I was chained to an object hidden in the shadows. I had tears in my eyes watching my Bill scream from pure agony when he got hurt. I see tears in his eyes that came from the intense pain that he was currently in. I just wanted to know why they would do such a thing. They hardly even knew Bill like I did yet they still decided to destroy him.

So many emotions came to me once I saw that horrible point. These people were the vein of my existence. They had no emotions and just seemed to be content on just torturing me in order to get all of their own selfish desires. I cried at this point cause they didn't deserve to be able to breath in this universe. They were trying to destroy the very person who was placed closely to my heart. That was unforgivable in my book and I wanted to destroy them for that offense. 

I felt my mind snap and I started to pull on my chains. Just as I managed to break one hand out, I wake up. I never seem to be able to save Bill. I want to become stronger in order to save my fiancé from this horrible fate. He was kind and loyal to me but, they wanted to take it away from me. I loathed them from my soul towards my heart. Those two meatsacks that we tortured were just the beginning. These people won't know what hit them until they beg for the sweet blis of death. 

I'll find them and I'll give make them feel more pain than I felt. Starting with that white haired boy with a blue suit. 

Author POV: 

How was Dipper's dream? Did it give more depth on the sanity of Dipper's mind?