I may as well fess up before the day ends!
I had a dream last night that remains quite vivid, probably because it was a bit disturbing, although I do not feel I would handle it any differently.
My front doorbell rings one morning. The sun is streaming in and I can barely see a man standing on my porch with a box in his hand. "Delivery", he exclaims. I asked if I needed to sign for it. He said no, and he then took a big plastic container of pretzels out of the box and handed it to me.
At that moment, he made a step to enter my door, but I blocked him, said thanks, and closed the door.
I had no idea why anyone would send me pretzels nor am I likely to order any.
From curiousity, I looked out a window and saw a pickup truck. The delivery man walked toward it. It was being driven by a young thuggish looking guy. They exchanged words, the young guy looked angry and began driving the truck forward and backward in my driveway.
I took my cell phone to call the police. Then I woke up. I reminded myself that I have a pistol and a couple of shotguns (neither of which I have ever used) in the event either man tried to get in.
It unnerved me, though.
