Vacation Burglar

Date: 1/13/2020

My family is on vacation at some condo or something. We’re coming back from a day of exploring and what not and my parents stay and talk in the kitchen. I walk into the living room. Its super stormy outside. wind blows down the chimney and flings coals onto the floor, I try to find a dustpan so a fire dosent start I turn around and come across this big black dude who says we left the door open and so he just walked in. He reminds me a little of the guy I sat next to on the plane just after Christmas. My parents have gone back out to the car to bring stuff in. I ask him to leave and no luck. I then start to resort to violence. I go and grab a knife from this isolated kitchen which is this big long handle khopesh dagger, its a really weird blade. No idea why its in the knife caddy. I try to put it in my pocket but its not very concealed. He sees my knife and grabs one of his own from another knife caddy off of this small counter in the dining room. We start throwing knives and I’m much better although getting few to stick in him but he is unfazed. he throws a fork and it makes contact on the glat side and hurts a lot. He is super strong. He pulls a couple of the knives from his chest and tosses them aside his back os to the doorway to the kitchen. my dad had walked in thankfully he did it quietly. I signal for my dad to grab him but the intruder notices my gaze and turns around quickly to meet my dad. I take that has my que to tackle him and hope my dad follows suit. I jump on his back and squeeze his arms to his body my dad does the same. I try to pin his hands but he is sweaty and very strong. My dad isn’t really my irl dad he is a lot stronger and younger. We come to the conclusion that we have to kill him (not sure why). So my dad takes my weird knife and nicks his jugular. I remember being stunned thinking dad what are you doing? Blood spurts out. He gets the other side and then the top of his head blood oozing from his balding head. I felt his grip slipping and then I wake up.