Nightmare #1. It's a birthday party. The guests should have been here an hour ago. The doorbell rings. It sounds like a gong. Nobody's there. I walk out onto the porch. Nightime. Trees rustling. Looking around. Wait, there, under that evergreen - a sniper in camouflage. His gun is pointed at me! A bang. I'm falling backwards. On my porch. I'm dying. Underneath the mailbox. WAIT! WHO WILL BLOW OUT THE CANDLES??? I envision the house burning down. It doesn't. I'm being cradled by Dave Mustaine. "Happy birthday, buttercup" he whispers. I'm alive.