In this dream I was in a room, looking out an open window as a hail storm raged outside.
I saw a man out there, in a bright orange construction vest. He looked like Joe Pesci, but taller, staring at me, even as the hail came down like salt buckshot. Unnerved, I shut the sliding window and the blinds.
A moment later I reopened the window. I am horrified to find that same man now standing right in front of it.
Staring, like he can’t see.
. . .
For similar themes of staring and unintelligible motives for pursuit, check out Paper Man.