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I'd probably just stare, trying to figure out if my brain was being real with me or if it was making stuff up like usual. Once figuring out what it was I'd grab my lamp off the nightstand next to my bed and rip the cord out of its socket then heave it at him. While my majestic flying lamp soared through the air I'd make a run for it to the door and swerve behind it, looking like I just took the turn into the living room and when he came running after me I would slam the door as hard as I can then sprint the hell outta' there.