On both occasions I found myself scampering out of my own bed, to get away from him. I woke up laying on the floor, having hit my head on the nightstand with my heart racing wildly from the scare.
Why the homophobic Pastor "Eat Da Poo-Poo" should suddenly wish to raid my dreams I cannot explain.
I am going back to bed again now, hoping my sleep will not be disturbed again.
