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It had went from a place relatively near downtown to a place set out in the woods. I left the restaurant, which was owned by some friends of mine, include the person I was seeing who wasn't Dan but was a few years younger and had a beard. It was late afternoon, and the sun shone with a kind of bleak, washed-out daylight when I left the entrance to the restaurant, but by the time I walked from the entrance down the gravel driveway to my car, it had melted into near-twilight. I approached my car with a strange sense of dread. Then, as I turned towards it, I saw that the front driver's door was open. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit," I thought to myself. But, not wanting to make a big deal out of nothing, I decided to be brave and get in the car anyway.

Out of nowhere, I was grabbed. I can't remember the details of the "attack," but I was grabbed by an old bald man with terrifying electric blue eyes and a face covered in wrinkles and dark liver spots. He was smiling a sick sort of smile at me. We wrestled and fell backwards into a deep pool at the side of the restaurant. I remember looking up at his body from very deep; the sun shone through the water and he hung like from wires. He grabbed at me again and I came up and smashed his head against the concrete side of the pool three times, until blood starting flowing from his nose and temples. His eyes half-closed and he still had the same smile on his face.

I got out of the pool and ran into the restaurant. I was not wet. "Did you see him?" I demanded. I shouted at them all. "Did you see him?"

"What are you talking about?" "The old man! My car was open and he came after me!"

One friend. "Well, I thought maybe I saw something, but I don't know..."

**cue waking up feeling like I'm having a heart attack and covered in sweat**

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Dan doesn't really remember any of his dreams. How come I remember everything?