I was dreaming that I woke up and there was a strange man cooking at my stove. He was very white and very opaque but his features and clothes were still very sharp and distinct. I watched him cook and when he finished, he started to walk down the hall and he passed right through me. That is when I knew that I was dreaming.
I told him to get out of my house that this was my dream. He turned and looked at me as if to say how dare you challenge me. I told him to get out again that I didn't want him in my dream. He started walking toward me. As he advanced I told myself that I wouldn't back down that this was my dream and he would leave. (in a very authoritative tone). He still came toward me.
He walked right up to me and grabbed my wrist. I still told him to leave again. He leaned to me and just as his lips were about to touch mine I woke up screaming because I couldn't make him leave.
I turned on every light in the house and slept like that for weeks afterwards.