So, I was in a wheelchair for some reason, and I was dozing in it in my living room. Nothing hurt in my body, particularly, I was just exhausted, and it went without saying that I was unable to walk. Suddenly, there was a scratching at the front door of my home, and as it startled me awake, I wheeled over to the front window to see what was going on. I was startled to see that a strange man was casually sitting in my porch swing, with his arms outstretched over the back of it. He was picking at flowers that hung from a pot on the windowsill, and he seemed to have not a care in the world. He was unshaven, and wearing a generic red, pull-over T-shirt, and old, faded blue jeans. For some reason, seeing him sitting there caused great anxiety to well up within me, and I instinctively knew he was up to no good, and patiently waiting for something. I was being extra careful not to be seen through the window, and when I thought he was about to turn in my direction, I crouched down, and tried to get out of sight.
It was then that I heard a sound from the other end of the house, and when I wheeled over to see what the noise was, I suddenly realized there was yet another stranger on my property. For some reason I had an old saw handy, not the solid kind, but the kind used on pipes and such, and as I reached for it, I heard a sinister, blood-curdling laugh. Someone had invaded my house!
I grabbed my saw, and was suddenly pushed violently backward in my chair, and when I looked up, I was horrified to see a strange man with a look of wild insanity etched in every line of his unshaven face. He was laughing maniacally, drooling, and spitting into my face as I tried to ward him off with my unusual weapon of choice. He, too, had a metal object in his hand, but I couldn't make it out, and as we wrestled for dominance over one another, his two accomplices barreled into the house, and surrounded me. I was overwhelmed with fear and anxiety as to what was in store for me...
...and then I woke up.
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