Was it a Dream? (First Short Story)

I woke up in total darkness my heart pounding wondering whether what had just happened was a dream or a real adventure. I had been being chased by a crocodile whilst I was holding a torch running through a field. I was cold and had muddy slippers, so I was wondering whether I really had been out. I lay there for at least what I think was an hour when it came to came to my head that i could have been sleep walking. I have been having these dreams since I moved to the county side, I don't think its because its more quieter. I must have fallen back asleep because the dream came back. I was out of breath hiding behind a bush, my torch facing down so that it cant attract anymore wild creatures. I was pinching my self trying to get myself out of this dream or what I would call a nightmare. I Closed my eyes hoping that if i fell asleep it would bring me back to my own warm bed. No matter how hard I tried to wake up it doesn't work, I can feel the summer nights breeze blowing against my face as tears drip down. It was all quiet when all of a sudden the Crocodile jumped from behind the bush and came straight towards me. I jumped and screamed but nearly cried out tears of happiness when i realised i was in my bed. I was sweating but had the torch in my hand, i stayed awake on purpose for the rest of the night making sure I didn't fall back asleep or else I would be trapped in a horror movie again. I sighed with joy when i heard the birds tweeting I ran down stairs to look out the window to see if there was any evidence that i had been out. There was muddy foot prints on the front steps and mud in the hallway. 25 Years have passed and yet still I still wonder Was it a Dream?