Dreams and Nightmares

The other night I awoke from a dream. Instantly I knew it was a nightmare because I was fucking terrified.

I was taking a shit on an outdoor toilet in my front yard. The toilet was a wood box with a seat on it. It was over by the trees, which provided some cover, but make no mistake I was out in the open.

As I was shitting I noticed the guy who lives across the street. The one with the long hair and the beard who lives with his mom still. He eats at Interlachen every night and rips his car up the driveway at breakneck speeds.

He was in his front yard digging with a shovel. I don't know what he was digging but I could hear it and see his upper body and part of the motion of the shovel.

As I realized that he was in his front yard and that I was in my front yard shitting I became very worried or maybe even scared. I can't remember if he started chasing me first or if I ran first, either way I ran from the toilet to my house.

As I entered I ran all the way to the basement. In the basement I ran deep into my room and paged my mom on the telephone system. I was in a panic. I told her about shitting in the front yard and how the guy across the street had been digging in his front yard while I was doing it. Before she could say anything I heard a noise and sprinted to the staircase. As I arrived I saw his feet descending the stairs. I ran back deep into my room and told my mom that he was in the house. He walked into my room, what had been a shovel was now an axe. Or maybe it was still a shovel but I think it was an axe. Either way as he approached me I wondered whether or not he would swing at me. I just stood there as he approached with a blank stare. Then he pulled back and swung at me.

That's when I woke up. My eyes searched the room for him. Just me in bed.