Every night the same routine would play itself out over again and again. Wyatt would try to fall asleep but as soon as the lights were turned off, scary stuff would happen. Sometimes he was able to eventually fall asleep only to awoken by creepy nightmares. The next morning he would have no energy and would feel tired and cranky.  His lack of sleep was also affecting his grades at school as he was struggling with most of his subjects.

Wyatt's parents were worried about their son and tried everything they could to help him. They tried to find out what was troubling their boy but Wyatt would always tell that nothing was wrong. They'd take turns sitting with him until he fell asleep tiptoeing their way out of his room. But moments later he'd be banging at their bedroom door. They bought him a nightlight hoping that it would do the trick but a restless Wyatt just used the light to stay up and read comic books.

Eventually all of the long, sleepless nights caught up to Wyatt who fell asleep watching TV. His Dad carried him up to bed and gently tucked him in. He waited a few minutes to make sure that Wyatt was in a deep sleep. After an hour or two of quality sleep the crazy dreams started again. From a thick, chilly fog emerged a mysterious gentleman dressed in black. "Good evening Wyatt. My name is Mr.Gareth Hawthorne." "Can I call you Gare?" "No you may not." 

"I work for The Sandman Group Ltd., an organization that helps children overcome their fears. My specialties include fear of spiders, snakes, boogeymen, and monsters under your bed. So tell me Wyatt, what is it that frightens you so?" "I don't know. Everything I guess. My mind and heart start racing and soon I feel like I can't breathe. I'm afraid to even climb into bed." "Fascinating. Now we're getting somewhere."

During his conversation with Mr. Hawthorne, Wyatt's alarm went off jolting him out of bed. He had slept through the night without having a bad dream. "Good morning sleepyhead" his Mom said. "Where's Mr. Hawthorne?" "Mister who?" his Dad asked. "The British guy who with the black jacket, the cup of tea, and moustache." "That must've been one heck of a dream you had last night. Quite the imagination you have." "Yeah, guess it was just a silly dream."

For the first time in a long while, Wyatt was looking forward to going to bed that night. He was intrigued by the mysterious Mr. Hawthorne and what he was going to do to vanquish his nightmares.  Wyatt tossed and turned for a hour or so perhaps a little too jazzed to fall asleep. He read for a bit before finally drifting off to sleep. "Welcome back sir." It was Mr. Hawthorne. "Are you real? And where are we?" "I'm as real as your imagination allows me to be. And believe it or not, as we speak, we're both in one of your dreams."

"Let's go for a walk." "Where?" "Picture somewhere that is beautiful and peaceful. Think hard." "Wow! This place is amazing. Where are we?" "I don't know, you tell me. You created it. "And who is this fair lady?"  A flustered Wyatt started to blush as he struggled to get the words out. "This is Megan. She's the girl I have a crush on at school. I get so nervous around her." "My dear boy you worry too much. I'm sure she fancies you as well. Why don't you try talking to her one day."

"What are you afraid of Wyatt? You can tell me anything. It will be our little secret. I can't help you if you don't open up to me. Talking about your problems is good for you. Keeping them in only makes them worse." "Nothing really. I just can't stop thinking at night and my heart races. I feel so afraid and alone but I don't know what I'm scared of."  "I think you put too much pressure on yourself. You're not going to solve any of your problems at 9 o'clock at night."

"Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bung, bung, bung, bung). Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bung, bung, bung, bung)" "Pardon me sir, I have a call on my cellular device. Yes, Yes, Right now? Well I'm with a client.....Very well. I'm sorry Wyatt I must be on my way. I have a nightmare emergency I must tend to. Stay and enjoy the scenery. All of this beauty is inside your head. You might as well enjoy it. Til we meet again, Pip, Pip Cherrio."