I was only nine years old. I loved Dream so much, I had all the merchandise and watched all the manhunts 69 times. I’d pray to Dream every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I’ve been given. “Dream is love”, I would say, “Dream is life”. My dad hears me and calls me a fegit. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Dream. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I’m crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it’s really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It’s Dream. I’m so happy. He whispers in my ear, “This is my world.” He grabs me with his homeless green teletubby hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Dream. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Dream. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Dream. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Dream looks him straight in the eye, and screams, “YYYYEEEEESSSSSS!!!”. Dream leaves through my window. Dream is love. Dream is life.