"Pervert!"

That's what I shouted at 3am Saturday morning, on my church retreat!

Fortunately, I didn't wake anyone else (I was in my own room, and my neighbours didn't hear me) because it was just a nightmare.  Very odd.  I often have nightmares/strange dreams, but usually I just wake up suddenly from them, I don't usually shout/scream, so I can only think that it was because I wasn't in my own bed.

We had just moved house to a secluded old home (which incidentally was laid out similar to my childhood home); everybody had gone to bed and there was a knock on the door.  DD1 said there were loads of people outside trying to get in, but my dad said to ignore it.  I pretend I'm sleeping because I know that if they notice I'm awake, they will make me get up and answer the door, but I am comfy.

Eventually, the voices go away from the front of the house, and get louder where I am at the back.  This house has been built on a hill, so even though I'm upstairs from the front door, my bedroom is at ground-level at the back of the house.  Teenagers start peering in my bedroom window and they see me pretending to sleep, as I'm under the covers naked.  They then break the window and try to pull the covers off me.  As there are so many of them, I can't keep my duvet around me, so I start shouting "Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!"
And then I awoke.