a shoulder made of metal.

I had a really weird thing happen last night. I dreamt about being in a public washroom. As a crazy man walked down the hallway outside the door, growling and making crazy person noises, I realize the door didn't quite lock. Just as I'm pulling up my pants, I premeditatedly plant my shoulder hard against the swiftly opening door. The door flies full force into my metal shoulder! A man is punching and scratching at my back, wailing. I wake up. 1 am. I never usually dream at that hour.

Three seconds of reality and I hear this man screaming at the top of his lungs, cursing at all the sleeping people of the world around him! He is MAD!! He gets closer and closer to the house (I've heard him pass our house before, in the same manor). He kicks something made of metal. I wonder if it's my car, as if he knows I was dreaming about him. He stops. I go back to sleep.