...after we were done eating, he went to dump the trash. Speeding past him like a criminal on trial cut lose, I reached the backyard only to find the trash can missing. We stared at the golden sunset and straws of grass standing tall and beautiful, awestruck and suspicious at the same minute. Turning around, my friend pointed at an angry African Elephant charging in.

Not heeding to Dylan's warning I ran back towards the kitchen door. With an air of over confidence, sensing the creature had some good ground to cover before it could get me, I tried opening the kitchen door with oily hands not realising it locked itself. I kept trying in a fit of anxiety. With the Elephant a few feet away, I contemplated the idea of running to the front door. Turning to my left I desperately tried locating a way.

The last thing I remember is two ivory tusks and fury filled eyes zeroing on me and ready to crush me under its bulk...

Fade out.

Really, watching late night movies ( like 10,000 B.C in this case ) can lead to such edge-of-the-seat encounters in dreams !