I went to sleep shortly before 1 a.m. (thinking that I should extend myself to people in my religious community) and then woke up screaming from a nightmare at 1:11 a.m.
I dreamed I had a partially enclosed barn aka guest house. I slept there peacefully at night in the open air. My cute girlfriend Sarah* would visit me there and hug me.
Then some things went wrong. I had to leave in the evenings. I would bike away and come back and sleep.
I overcame some fierce obstacles.
I came back to sleep one night. Sarah came to me and hugged me.
I was threatened with death. I screamed.
A man drove up in a pick-up.
He was an ugly man. He had long hair and few teeth.
He looked like a hobo.
He was on a cell phone.
"They are right here," he said.
He said a few more words.
He got instructions.
He got off the phone.
He pulled out two drums from his pick-up.
"Did you call the police?" asked Sarah.
"Yeah, I made the call," he said.
Then he started spraying us with oil from the drums. He lit a match. As he prepared to throw the match on us covered in oil, I pushed Sarah over the fence and screamed to her to run away.
The man advanced on me with the match.
I screamed and screamed.
I woke up screaming.