This is the last dream I remember from this week. It began with my dad bad-mouthing a guy on the telephone; I assume this person was a telemarketer, and it was fairly late at night, so my dad had reason to be pissed. Anyway, Dad hung up and went to bed. Then the phone rang again and I answered. It was the same telemarketer. It was weird -- the phone had a screen on the back that looked like your standard IM window, and he was typing rather than speaking his message. He said that because of the way his previous call had been received, he was going to kidnap (I believe) a woman and a child, though this part is very fuzzy. He said that he was going to get revenge, then he hung up. I started panicking, and I looked toward the front door with absolute dread. I remember thinking that I needed to get my dad to understand that this guy was on his way to our house, but I don't remember if I got the chance.

Next thing I know, the guy is there, and I'm trying to get away from him. He knocks me down, and we fall through the floor into this strange hay-filled pit in the ground. He tries to grab my thigh, laughing, but I scream and pull my legs back toward me. He does this a few more times, but each time I scream and pull back. Last time I do this, he gives up, and says, "okay, okay." Then my dad is visible through the hole in the floor above us, and he has a tree branch; he reachs through and knocks the guy out. I try to call out to my dad, to let him know I'm there and will need help getting up, but I can't -- I can't use my voice. I can't move, not even blink an eye. Then the dream ends.

This was just weird...the guy creeped me out, to say the least.