Making a bull rush for the front door
Just a little while ago I was laying on my recliner, listening to a series of Monroe Institute recordings (but mostly sleeping) when I suddenly hear the front door open. For some reason I go into panic mode and try to scream, but I can't, the best I can do is make some muffled sounds. Unable to make a sound, I decide to jump up out of the chair and make a bull rush at whoever is coming in.
When I get to the door there's a man there that doesn't look too scary. He looks like some guy that's just here to do some kind of inspection, or maybe clean the carpets. He's wearing one of those uniforms that has his name on label on his chest.
At this moment of recognition I wake up, still laying in the reclining chair.