Wake up, Maggie. NOW.

I had a really disturbing dream last night. I'm not usually one who lives in fear of someone breaking into my house (even though I am woman living alone), but this one has almost got me there.

In the dream, I am in the bathroom washing my face, when I heard the front door open. I poke my head out and see a slightly chubby guy in some kind of uniform. He tries to feed me some line about being from the USDA (dreams are weird, just go with me here), and I basically throw him out. I remember in the dream strategizing that the best way to get this weird guy out of my house is to come off as really aggressive. So I immediately start shouting for him to get out. He hems and haws and keeps trying to get me to let him stay, but I remain firm, and keep saying, "NO. GET OUT. NOW." Which I'm actually rather proud of myself for. I think a lot of time women get prayed on because we are too timid in confrontational situation, something about society teaching us to be quiet, not make a fuss, blah blah, but in the dream I was all, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE."

So the guy left and I locked the door. But since it's a dream, the door was not locking. And the weird guy kept opening it. I kept shutting it and yelling that I would call 911. But he kept. trying. to get in. So I ran and got my phone...but there was no 1 button. Everytime I tried to dial 911, I would dial 922 which = useless. By this time I was getting really freaked out (in both the dream and in my real mind).

Then, all of a sudden, it wasn't just the weird guy, but he had his sister with him too and both of them were trying to get in. I kept trying to lock the door, but for some reason the locks would not hold. I was also still trying to dial 911, and getting more frantic. Also, since it was a dream, my door was not the solid piece of metal that it actually is, but instead had glass panes in it, like a kitchen door of a house. So the creepy dude and his sister starting busting through the glass and opening the door. At this point, I ran into the bedroom, grabbed a baseball bat and waited for the inevitable confrontation.

Then I woke up.

This dream has really shaken me. Like I said, I've never really worried about someone breaking into my house, but I do take certain precautions. 1) I live on the 16th floor of a high-rise, so nobody is coming in through the windows. 2) there is one entrance to my place, and it has a metal door with a deadbolt and knob lock that I keep locked at all times, even when I am home. But I am thinking of investing in a baseball bat to keep next to my bed (NO GUNS) and maybe installing a security chain. And making sure that I always have a phone with a 1 button on it.

*shudder*