Dream About Being Stalked By Men 2

I was in my living room laying down on the couch. It was dark and quiet, just how I left everything before I fell asleep. I see through the blinds this man walking his dogs like he usually does and he lives two doors down from me. He’s always walking very close to my door/ specifically and it seems like everytime I look outside through the small opening in the blinds he’ll finally walk away and just go inside his home. I’ve had a weird suspicion that he’s been stalking me/ or sometimes gets bored and maybe wants to see what I’m watching but he’s always there and close by. I always get an uneasy feeling from this man. At one point he gets so close to my sliding back door that it’s obvious he’s watching me/ looking in. I get up and I yell at him through the window to go!! And to leave!! And to stop watching me. He gets VERY angry and his dogs are getting worked up too. The man leaves but soon another man appears. At first this man is yelling threats at me through the window for “throwing my middle finger up” at the other man and that I’ll pay for my disrespect. I start explaining through the window that I never gave him the middle finger, I just shooed him away. The other man then started to calm down a bit and when he did we both were able to just look at each other for a second. The fear and daunting realization that I knew this second man set in. His name was Thomas and we worked at the bowling center together. I’ve had dreams before of someone there watching over me, but a looming and dark entity or energy. When I left working there for good I felt so much better and safer, but this man…. He’s a lot of things and had evil in eyes everytime we spoke or talked. When that realization of who he was hit me I started to back away. I started wishing I was anywhere else. Somehow he opens the back sliding door and comes in uninvited. I always keep this door locked so the fact that he came in somehow was enough to paralyze me with fear, but I knew I needed to act calm. He started talking to me about random things, asking me how I am and where I live. I had an immediate instinct to lie so I said “I’m moving to Chicago!” And I started singing lines from this show called “victorious” from when I was younger to try and lighten the mood. But he didn’t laugh. I didn’t feel safe at all. I wanted nothing more than for him to be gone. I did not get a good feeling from him being there at all. I look over at him and the look in his eyes was terrifying. I then wake up from my sleep very anxious.