It just stood there, glaring at me. The giant waste statue in the park. It was made of scrap metal and general household items. Old T.V’s, cooker hobs, radios, anything really, just… junk! It was watching my everymove. Do I run and scream. I had to go otherwise I’d get nightmares. As I strolled away, I heard collosal footsteps from behind me. I turned! It was there, about to grab me. RUN! I could still hear it behind me! I tripped over an old log. Just as it was about to scoop me up, I woke. Was it a dream ?