We went to a kitchen area and took out two large knives that might as well have been daggers. Then, we went into the barn-like room where we believed the Dark Man to be. For some reason, I hung my backpack in a small room to one side and then set my knife on top of it so I would know where it was. She also set her knife somewhere, and then we went back to the other building we had been in.
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To get there, I had to walk past an area that reminded me of a jewelry kiosk at a mall. There were the glass display cases set in a square with a space open for someone to walk into. As I approached it, I saw the Dark Man crouching behind it, ready to grab me as I passed the opening to the kiosk. Somehow, I was certain that being caught was inevitable and wondered if I should just allow him to catch me and see how it all ended.
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I asked my friend to call the police, and vowed to remain there in the spot until they arrived. And since the street was right there beyond the big barn doors, if the Dark Man tried anything, I would run out onto the street and be safe, because I knew the street was close enough to get to before he got to me. Only once I had played out both scenarios and knew I would be safe was I able to wake up from the dream and easily slip back to sleep, knowing that logic had won the day.


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