Second bathroom dream

I was in my twenties when I had this dream.
Living in my own apt.

I was alone in the basement apt., under the flat where my parents lived.
The apt. was empty, the tenants gone.
I went to the bathroom to use the facilities.
As I sat there a figure appeared outside at the window.
Outside, the window is only a couple of inches above the ground
so the panes are made of privacy glass. Still i could tell that the figure
was trying to open the window.
"Someone's trying to break in!", I thought.
Fear rose in me. I went to the phone to call for help, but the line was dead.
"Of course, the phone service has been cut since the tenants left." I reasoned.
Still thinking I was in danger I went to lock the back door.
However, the lock would not engage.
I recall locking the door, then pushing against it to make sure it was secure.
It opened under pressure. I tried again, to no avail.
I stood there with my left hand on the door, giving it a little push
and letting it open and then swing back to my palm as I considered
the situation. I was scared yes, but I knew I had to go outside and
confront whoever was trying to get in.

Next thing I know I'm outside, next to the house standing on the sidewalk
and looking down the walkway between the houses.
It was empty. No one was there.
"Where did he go?" I wondered.
My gaze traveled down the length of pavement to the yard behind the house.
My father was back there raking leaves.
"It's my father." I said with a kind of dawning awareness.
Then I repeated it, to make sure I'd remember "It's my father!"
and woke up.

Margie

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