Secrets - What Really Happened?

Little sleep. Clanking pipes, whistling wind, shadows forming in the dark. An old shed with a broken bicycle. A heap of discarded tyres in an unfamiliar back garden. Gordon leaning over and grinning at me, his front tooth capped with an ivory crown.

And then, I'm a boy of ten once again, legging it down Whaley Hill in the August heat. A shape appears on the Clearing at the bottom of hill. Hands grab me, pushing me against a withered tree. A man's voice threatening to kill me.

'Help,' I struggle to say bolting forward on the sofa bed, my heart hammering in my chest.  
      
Shit. I'm drenched in sweat.

I switch on the reading lamp and get out of bed.

Deep breaths.

Safe. I'm in the flat. It was just a dream.

I head to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face.
The cabinet light's on in the bathroom.

It wasn't on earlier. And Robert can't reach beyond the mirror.

That's so weird.

I turn it off.

Then, I amend the secret journal:
Man already on the Clearing?  Would imply we were both at the scene, but he took a different route when he chased me, arriving on the Clearing just before I did.
      
Tree scorched by sun.
      
Man made threats – in this case, to kill me.
      
Who was he, Craig?
      
Or am I just tired and imagining things?