Dream #006

My roommate, Kendra, and I wake up one morning. We are not in our apartment in Cincinnati but in the house in which I grew up in Canton. Obviously this is where we're living now because neither of us find it weird we are there. Since there is fresh snow on the ground, we stand at the sliding glass door in the kitchen admiring the winter wonderland. As we're staring, I realize there are footprints in the snow as well as a note on the door. We go outside and follow the footprints around the house only to find someone has clearly been staring in our windows. The note is numbered with three things. I think the first one is that we should watch our backs and the third is the person demanding money. Cannot remember the second...maybe "you know what you've done."

The fact that someone has basically stalked our house during the night while we were sound asleep absolutely terrifies me but we go back inside. Time lapse? Next thing I know, a huge man with dark hair and a dark beard is busting in our kitchen door from the garage. I do not know how he got in. He seems to be almost 7' tall as he had to duck to come in from outside. He is furious. You can see it in his eyes. Kendra begins screaming back at him and for a moment, I question if she knows this man and why he is mad at us.

All my thoughts go out the window when this man turns around, drops his pants and begins to shit at Kendra.

I grab my cell phone and attempt to call the cops. Instead of calling 911 however, I dial 311. I don't know why but I am thoroughly convinced it's the right number. The woman on the other end is acting like she is a dispatcher but has not asked for my address and has not agreed to send anyone out to the house.

I remember hearing my voice on the phone with her. I was bawling, scared out of my mind saying "please help us."