A Real-Life Nightmare

Last night, I awoke with a start, coming out of a nightmare in which something nasty was attacking my legs. When I got my bearings, I turned on the light next to my bed to discover that my bicycle, which usually resides five feet off the floor on a bike rack on my wall, had fallen off the rack and landed on my legs. I have no idea how it happened.

Anyway, it freaked me out for a minute. I've got two small cuts on my right foot where the pedal hit it, but that's it, injury-wise. I was lucky. Equally lucky was the stuff in my room - somehow the falling bike missed a DVD player, an expensive flat-screen TV and a 150-gallon fish tank by inches.

Poltergeists:1, Tom:0