Serial Killer

Date: 8/14/2025

I know there was more to this dream but I remember very little, only that it was a nightmare. I was loving life at my same apartment, and one night I was alone. I was taking out the trash, but when I returned and tried to shut the door, someone started pulling on the other end. It took all of my strength to pull it closed and flick the lock. The intruder was breathing heavy outside my window so I retreated to my room, only to hear the familiar sound of his heavy breaths outside that window too. Then I was outside in a snowy, familiar parking lot, though it was not one I recognize now. I was surrounded by friends. We hanged out for a bit, until finally, on our way home,, I told my husband what happened. He went into the apartment first, and I planned to follow except that I left my phone in one of my friends' apartments. I retrieved it, only to notice someone stalking me. Once again, as I entered my apartment, he tried to break in, only I didn't have the strength to fight him off. He managed to break in, and both him and my husband weilded knives. They stared each other down while I fished for the gun in the desk drawer, loaded and ready. I struggled to cock it back when he rushed me. I woke up before he reached me.