Dreams are weird. Part 2.

It’s 9:47 am in a hotel in Eugene, where I am currently typing this. Waiting for access to the server. I’m on my laptop and bored.

Slept horribly last night. I was just falling asleep and something started vibrating the bed and then violently shaking it. I stared at the wall for a minute trying to figure out if I was dreaming or awake and what was making the bed shake. So I got up, looked at the clock (2:30 am) and turned on the TV to get myself a little less freaked out. Mind you, I’m on the first floor in a room with glass sliding doors to the outside.

After a few minutes of listening to Dennis Miller rip on Democrats, I flipped off the TV and light and went back to bed.

I don’t know how much later, but it happened again. And then it started happening more and more often and was getting louder and louder until I realized it was a chainsaw.

So here was someone cutting the hedges at 3- something in the morning. Then he opened up my patio door and started coming in.

Big guy. Plaid shirt.

It was all I could do to hoarsely scream and jolt up in bed.

It was, you clearly know by now, all just a nightmare. But it was terrifying all the same. Freaked me out.