i dreamed my own death on saturday night.
i was driving around town in the company work truck looking for lunch an pulled into a parking lot. for some reason it was completely empty but i still chose to park way far from the pizza place. before i even get half way through the lot walking, out of nowhere comes a dark grey early 90's ford 250 4x4 [ttb syspension] ext cab [with the goofy 2 little windows on the ext cab] long bed truck that almost runs me down on the first pass. . next pass he gets me. . i am knocked down on the ground in some major pain. . he gets out and with a baseball bat proceeds to beat the snot out of me. he looked about 6'0" 200lbs muscular build white guy, shaven head with dark hair, grey eyes, black jeans, forrest green shirt under black leather jacket. loud music playing in his truck. at the point where i black out is when i woke up. . i could have swore that there was someone standing in my room looking at me as i slept. . scared the crap out of me. . couldn't fall asleep again that night, so just lay there watching the clock from 4:30 till 7:30 when my alarm went off to get up to watch the formula1 race. . man, it had been a long time since i last had a nightmare. oh man, just got the goose bumps thing happening right now...