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I'm at the my parent's house in my hometown and its like I just came home for break or something. My older brother keeps telling me that there's been something making noise outside the house the last couple nights. My younger sister tells me "I had a dream you were in Carbondale and there was a Carbondale monster" or something like that. Her friend was there talking about the Carbondale monster too. (Note: I live in Carbondale and attend SIU) I tell them both that there's no such thing but they're both sure there is. For a while nothing eventful happens at all, a door opens for no reason on one of our cabinets, the one above a pantry that holds food, is faced towards the refrigerator and not towards the cabinet that holds our dishes like in real life. Well, anyway, there's a Sheltie in our yard and my dog starts barking. I'm watching it from the dining room window. My older brother is there with me and like "that's weird" and I tell him its just a dog. Then a big german shepherd comes into the yard and stands right behind the Sheltie. All of a sudden, some stuff starts poking out of the Sheltie's ass. My brother says "wait, check that out" and the German Shepherd starts to bite at it. All of a sudden this Sheltie poops out an entire octagon shaped mattress and my brother says "They recruited the dog to do that. He must like fishing a whole lot" referring to the fact that he ate and shat an entire mattress. So this guy shows up in a moving van and starts to pick up the mattress, but he doesn't put it in the van, in fact he's moving towards our garage. I get pissed off and go to the garage and he's in there. This is where it gets weird.

Now, I know this guy has been in at least one other dream and he was doing the same thing: loading shit into a truck in our yard and just being an overall nuisance. He's a bald guy, probably around 6'3 because he's a little taller than my dad in the dream. He's got a plain white shirt on and jeans and is physically fit...a pretty imposing figure. I grab a 2x4 board and tell him I'm going to fuck him up. He's got his own 2x4 and we start to try to beat each other up, sword fight style. I call for help and my brother comes in and tries to punch him and stuff. Its around this point that I just can't fight or put energy into it, like when you try to run away in a dream but can't run fast. He smiles at me like he knows this is the case. My brother then says "I can't do this, I need a nap" and walks away. That cracks me up, like do you need a nap that badly? Anyway I keep screaming for help because I can't fight for some reason and I see my dad running down the stairs to come help. Its at this point that the guy hits the garage door button and tries to run into his van, which is parked in our driveway with the back door open on it. My dad gets there just in time and start to try to beat the guy up, at one point my dad goes for a choke behind his back and he's just way too strong for it to work. My dad tells him "you better not come back tomorrow" and he goes "Is that so?" and then I wake up.