[ cw ] write about the strangest/scariest/saddest dream you 've ever had in less than 200 words .

It was dusk and the old man across the street who never left his home tossed me the shotgun that may have saved my life. 
 
 `` Now when I give the signal, pull the trigger.'' 
 
 I hid behind a large boulder and aimed down the sights. I looked down the old street on which I grew up and all I felt was fear. What was I waiting for? 
 
 I saw a brown silhouette turn down the street. My heart skipped a beat and I knew: The UPS truck was coming. 
 
 The old man peered into my very soul, as if sensing my fear, but he had no reaction. Wait for his signal. 
 
 The truck was coming closer and closer. I feel my finger on the trigger as the diesel engine roars louder with each second. The old man waits. 
 
 The truck is right next to me. Time slows to a crawl. I see the man inside. He wears a pig's head, drenched in blood. A face that I would never forget. He throws a box at me. 
 
 `` Now, Drunk_Logicist! Now!'' 
 
 I pull the trigger and awake soaked with sweat. 

