The Masked Murderer Dream.

(circa 1999, or so. probably my first memorable dream) It is Halloween night. My brother dares me to take a walk around the blog at a very late time when no one is outside. I am wearing a denim jacket. I walk down the block, and around to sidewalk going back to the street behind mine. The street inclines much higher than the real road. An old couple passes by, confused at my appearance. I reach the corner of the top of this sidewalk. I hear noises. I turn around, facing the bottom of this road. There is a streetlight highlighting the bottom corner of the sidewalk, down the hill. I believe my brother is coming. I am excited, so i jump up and grab a metal pole above me and slide down half way. Instead of my brother, it is a dark, slim figure with a black cloth wrapped over his head and stretched down as a cape around him. He has a knife. He runs very fast up towards me. He catches me. He wraps me in white cloth. He puts me into his pick-up truck and then stabs me.