The Invisible Terror  I'm in a bar with a friend and some men who work there. I flip a coin to try to get a free drink. On my first toss the coin lands on its side on my jeans, so I toss it again. One of the men says something about the correct direction to flip a coin. I get a heads on the second toss, which is what I had called. The coin looks like a penny, but has an entire body on it, instead of just a head. I wonder what kind of beer to get. The two men who work there aren't much help in figuring this out. They don't seem to want to give me a beer. One of them makes a comment about Busch Light and a case day. I have a shovel, which is like a spade with a flatter scoop. I point it at people, as if it were a gun, and jerk it back towards me, as if I had just fired it and it had recoil. There are some women in the bar. Several of them leave, and then come back in carrying crates of full milk jugs.  There is a princess-like girl that is 14 years old. She has many suitors who come to have sex with her. There is a woman who watches over the princess, like a maid or attendant. This woman is cute. I'm standing outside the window of the princess' room. The maid is in the room, but the princess is not. There is a man in the room too. The maid says that it's okay for the princess to have suitors during the day, but not at night. I climb in through the window. The mother of the princess arrives in a car outside. I crouch down, to avoid being seen. A young man in a delivery truck pulls up right next to the room. He takes a pair of jeans and tosses them into the room at the maid. He is courting the maid and she snubs him: she doesn't like him. The delivery boy walks into the room. I approach him, somewhat out of protection for the maid, but I don't necessarily think she wants me to do this. The boy is short and skinny. I tower over him. I ask him to teach me to walk sideways on some narrow, beamlike structure outside. We go to the edge of the room, outside. There is an army man walking up a ramp to the room. He is fairly dangerous and belligerent. The boy pushes me out onto the beam and pulls the pen that I always carry out of my back pocket. The pan is what will allow me to walk or stand slanted or sideways. I regain my balance and push the delivery boy into the arms of the army man, who is behind him. This seems to be doom or death for the boy. I run! I go away from the army man. I run to my home, go inside, and lock all the doors. I go upstairs, and then go downstairs. The front door is then wide open and the piano is playing by itself, as if an invisible person is playing it. I don't see a person, but someone must be there. I lash out, but touch nothing. I run outside with fear, wondering who or what is there. I see a lamb, a whale, and other objects that appear before my eyes. I get near the back door, where there is a sign. It has writing on it, something like, "What is chasing me?", or "What am I chasing?" I stop and think: what am I scared of? What part of me am I running from?