Ghost of a chance

I had a weird dream this morning. I was in the second story of a buidling in my hometown. Some of my co-workers were there, and we were rummaging through the place and eating lunch there. Then some of us got the idea to see what was behind this door. Somehow, I took the lead. I grabbed a broom handle, knocking away cobwebs as we moved cautiously forward. Then, there it was--a ghost coming at us. Everyone screamed, panicked. Except for me. The apparition came closer and closer, pointing at me. When it came up to me, I poked at it. Its face gave a little, then it was gone.

That gave me strength, a lift. More gas for my tank.