Age: 22 Date: May 9th, 2019

I was a girl -- maybe in her twenties -- in a clothing store, and I had no idea what lead up to this, but I saw the FBI pull up in front of the store with their lights blaring.

This one guy from one of the black vehicles, ran into the store trying to grab me, assuming he could bring me down.

Boy he was wrong!

In a quick motion, I grabbed his face smashing it against the wall so hard. His nose looked like it went flat, trickles of blood came down. He kept trying to manhandle me, but I dragged him to the store's bathroom while his nails dug in my arms, and I kicked him in one of the bathroom stalls. His back slammed hard against one of the flushers. I closed the stall door while he sat stunned on the toilet.

Another guy, he was bald, pulled his pistol out to shoot me, but I grabbed his hand with the gun wrapping one of my legs round his knocking down on the ground.

He kept trying to get a clear shot at me, but I kicked him in the forehead. Snatching the gun from him. He was out cold. I fired a few rounds at the men outside and took off running to the back of the store, looking for an exit.

Dream ended.