The Man in Black

Another creepy dream last night: It's night and I'm living in some ramshackle apartment (not to be confused with the apartment where I currently reside). There are no lights on in my apartment or on the street. Everything is dark. As I pop out of my apartment to dash across the street to pick up something to eat, a van drives by looking for a parking spot. I cannot see the occupants of the van, but I can hear the voices of my parents arguing inside. When I get to the other side of the street I realize that it's very late and that all the stores are closed. I retrace my steps back to my apartment. A few steps into my apartment, I remember that my parents will soon be arriving and return to the front door. As I step out of my apartment again, I'm confronted by a frightening figure: a tall man, dressed head-to-toe in black, his head and face completely obscured by a black beekeeper's-type helmet. The voices of my parents behind this figure aren't exactly reassuring. For a moment, I think it may be my older brother, but I'm not sure.

That's when I woke up. I guess I have a built in defense system that automatically wakes me up when things are getting too creepy. Thank goodness. I wasn't exactly in a hurry to get to know The Man in Black.