I was in a house that was not mine. I was upstairs when I heard someone come home. From the top of the stairs I could see it was a man. I could make out the bottom section of his pants and shoes.
It felt like I was trespassing.
I started to get out of the house. Then I’m in the garage which connected to another garage (like a townhome). I’m trying to walk fast but not run so as not to draw attention to myself.
My legs were heavy. I had a rock in my hand.
There was a man in the garage dressed in a white body suit like painters wear.
I didn’t know him and he didn’t seem to know me.
I said hello and kept walking towards an open door.