I'm hiding under a dining room chair. There's a rubber duck with me. I try to hide behind the duck. I hear footsteps coming. They sound so big. I'm scared to death.
Feet come into the room. They are all I can see. They are huge. Cowboy boots. I want to close my eyes but I'm too afraid. I cling to the duck, hoping he won't see me behind it. After a bit, the feet turn and leave. It worked. He didn't see me. I'm safe now.
I usually woke up about that point.
I had that dream over and over as a child. I still remember the terror I felt in it. My heart pounded so hard when I woke up that I could hardly breathe. I would wake up hard, sitting bolt upright in bed, a cold sweat running down my face. I never woke up screaming though, thank god for that. That would have brought the cowboy boots for sure.
I never had a rubber duck though.
