I was outside my parents’ house. There were some loose eavestrough on the house so I decided, in my dream self, that fixing it in the dark would be ideal. And so, I was making rounds at checking for clogged sections too. I would also like to mention that it was dark but in the dream world, the night sky was illuminating some strange hue… like it was some black veil and light was shining from behind the horizon. So, kind of sepia night sky.
Then, I heard it. Somewhere in the quiet neighborhood, something was getting closer. I could tell by the way the bushes rustled or how metal fences would give off that metallic ring when someone or something climbed over them.
At this point I did what my waking self would do: I got the hell out of there.
I finished what I was doing and rushed into the patio and closed the door behind me. Then I got into the garage and closed both the back and front doors. Nothing was going to get in.