One night I woke up to a man standing at the end of my bed

I woke up at 3am to find a man standing there at the end of my bed. He had a sledgehammer and was swinging it around the room. I don't know why but I screamed at the top of my lungs over and over. He jump out the window and ran out of the yard. I woke up my brother and told him to go get my dad. My dad yelled at me and went back to bed. <br><br><br>I never mentioned it to anyone except my closest friends.<br><br>What bothers me the most is that it's the only thing I remember from that dream. I can't picture the man or the bed or the room. It was like my brain edited out all of the other details but this one stays with me.<br><br>We weren't having any problems or issues in my life so I don't know why I would have had that dream.