Throw the bum out!

For the second time this week, my night's sleep felt like a midnight movie marathon. I woke up often, always with some complex series of improbable events fresh in my head. The most disturbing seemed to take place in an art museum in Germany. A wall of floor-to-ceiling glass overlooked the sidewalk with a line of transom windows running along the bottom. One of these was open to the outside air and I was reclining along it when a scary bum reached through and grabbed me. I struggled to get away but he had me by both ankles; I knew he couldn't pull me through the transom, but I was worried what damaged he could do to the parts of my body he could reach.

Eventually I fought him off and rushed to close the window. But in trying to lock it securely, I ended up throwing a switch that caused the glass to swing open, exposing a screen through which the man could make non-verbal threats. I scurried away as he began to shove through the spaces in the screen some grainy material that I soon realised was some flammable substance. I also recalled that this was not our first encountre and that he must've followed me to the museum. The docent who came up to me must've suspected this as well, as he accused me of "helping" the old man under the cover of fending him off. I made a half-hearted attempt to defend myself, knowing it wouldn't really cut ice with him and that any minute the bum was going to set his growing mound of black powder alight, thus providing a diversion.