Evil door to door surveyor

Date: 3/21/2019

So I was at my old house and I was playing with this massive blue ruber dildo. I know, what a wonderful way to start a dream. It was by all accounts a chode and I have no idea why its enetered in to my dream world twice but here it was today. My old room was in the far corner of our ranch style house, which is farthest away from the door. Somehow I managed to fit the dildo inside this old purple spiky yoga ball we used to have and it just kinda sat there the head even slightly poking up out of the ruber. I brought it out to out conjoined family room/ kitchen where the rest of my family was. And I noticed some guy walking up to our door. Knowing that I had a giant ruber dildo inside an excercise ball right next to me I didn’t want to be spotted by some jahovas witness or something. So I told my dad not to open the door until I made it into the laundry room and shut the door. Out laundry room is kind of in this nook in the staicase down to the basement(which used to scare the shit out of me when I was little and I had tons of nightmares about some that I still remember in great detail even like 10 years later). I was hiding and had flopped beind the door and closed it with the blue dildo kind of spooned against my stomach. I had let the air out a little and started to push the head of it through the little opening which was no easy task because this thing is like 6 in in diameter. My parents open the door and the guys is doing some kind of survey which most of the time my family will just tell to go away, but my mom gives out her first and last name which is kind of weird. Her next answer is also her full name, which isn’t even a proper answer to the question he had asked and he got a little annoyed at her. He asked a couple more questions and then asked to come inside which immediately caused red flags to pop up for me. Without waiting for an answer from my parents he walked in and continued talking to them. I opened the door to the laundry room, careful to keep the dildo out of sight of this creepy ass dude and walk out so that I can see what He is doing. My parents obviously werent doing enough to keep our house safe. He walks over to the far side of the family room where our intertainment area is and for some reason there are a bunch of legos set up there. Its a bunch of the lego harry potter sets that I used to adore when I lived back east, except they are way more elaborate and fancy. Its like a full blown 3 ft high hogwarts castle insted of just the 4 measly towers that it originally came with. He reaches out to touch it and I give him a death glare and clear my throat to let him know my presence. At first glance at his face he reminds me of my old welding teacher mr lynch who I hated. I loved to weld, but i just couldn’t see myself working with that guy in the future. He looked passed me and saw the open door to the basment and started making a beline toward it. I still didn’t want him to see this massive dildo so I ran to go chuck it down the stairs in hopes that he wouldn’t want to go all the way down. He fllowed me pushing past me down the stairs and into the darkness of the basement. Right underneath the stairs is another little alocove that is an indoor bomb shelter, cinderblock walls ceilings are coated with this black tar stuff for some reason and of course the single bare light bulb dangling from the ceiling. Of course we Didnt need a bomb shelter so we just stored our old boxes in it. Creeped me the fuck out either way. Any way, we used to have three cats back when I was living there and the floor of the bomb shelter and hallway into the main room of the basement were always coated in cat litter and cat hair. When I tossed the dildo down both of these had started to stick to it. He walked passed the dildo, thank god but then kept walking into the main room of the basement. It was still super dark in there, there were a couple of those like office building square ceiling lights with the spiky plastic covers that buzzed loudly on the ceiling. They were pretty dim and kept us relatively in the dark till my eyes adjusted. The mr lynch dude stood in front of me pacing, then he turned an hurled a hammer at me that I narrowly dodged. In the garage, which was probably the scariest place from me growing up except for maybe danny’s bedroom, my dad had these work table with tons of old tools set up on them, this time they were inside the basement. I picked another hammer off the table and hurled it back at him and it just seamed to deflect off his chest and into his tool belt. He lauged like some evil villain. Come to thank of it I don’t remember him having normal eyes. His face started to look more like how I imagine kronos in the percy jackson books, silver eyes evil grin and radiating power that I could do nothing to stop. I chucked a hammer at him again and the same thing happened it just bounced off of his chest and into his tool belt. I felt powerless. He picked the hammer that I had just thrown at him and tossed it back. I didn’t even know my dad had hammers that big. I got angry and just scooped up a pile of screwdrivers and flung them at him. They stuck. They just stuck right too his clothes some even to the skin on his chest where his shirt was slightly unbuttoned. For some reason the next thing I did worked. I pulled the old look over there to get him distracted and chucked this round looking tool right at his head and hit him with a dull thud. Didn’t phase him one bit. I had found a pile of what looked kind of like really narrow six inch long staples and I picked them up and was about the throw them a him in desperation except that at the last second I looked behind me and saw this 8 ft tall giant trying to grab me. Think of the troll from the harry potter movies except olive skinned and with a much leaner almost body builder physique. This troll dude had stabbed something into my left butt cheek and the pain was building. He said something about sponge bob and something about either philosophy or psychology in a really menacing way. I dropped all bun one of my staples and drove it straight upward into his right nostril ripping a clean gouge all the way to his eye socket. There wasnt any blood but the right side of his nose now looked like half a penne pasta noodle cut long ways. The pain in my butt got to be too much and I woke up with some heavy breathing a phantom pain in my butt cheek and nightmare chills. I haven’t had a good nightmare in a while.