I got wounded in my dream last night, wounded in my own dream, embarrassing, it has been a while and it felt somewhat real and I was bleeding, where is dream security when you need it (them), and I did not even get to finish this dream to stop the threat or to see what happened; maybe in the future I will get to finish this dream and redeem myself and save the children, and eliminate this threat permanently. 👺
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day, during one part of the dream I left the yard of The E House, and then I returned to the yard later in the dream to find that in that short amount of time that I was gone my male cousin DE had built a basketball goal (hoop) in the trees using tree branches and rope.
The basketball goal was over the area near the tree by the boat port (garage), on the left and right sides there were three main branches forming the shape, the basketball goal was back and tilted at an angle, and the rope was tied in a way to help hold it in place from the front as an extra precaution.
I was amazed and I complimented my cousin DE on his work and I talked about the various amazing details of it, my cousin DE seemed stable and younger like his old self, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
The last part of the dream took place during the day and I remember being outside a fictional area near some parking lots and a small shopping center-like area, there was a man with white skin with long somewhat yellow and maybe gray and/or white hair who seemed to be somewhat inspired by the character Charles Lee Ray from the Child’s Play films who was going around with a knife and a handgun kidnapping children and holding them hostage and doing terrible things to them (probably torture, maybe rape, and then maybe killing them but I never learned what he would do to them exactly except that I knew that it was not good), and I saw him kidnapping a girl with maybe white or light skin and a male police officer with white skin with short hair and I chased after him.
I was further away so the police officer reached the man first, the man probably killed the police officer and smiled and laughed and he took his black pistol so now he had two handguns and a knife and the girl, and so I continued chasing after him through the parking lots.
A thin man with white skin wearing maybe a cowboy hat and jeans who had a handgun holstered to his side saw the man running with the girl who was screaming for help, and so he started chasing after the man as well.
He was further away so I was alone when I reached the building that the man and the girl went into, it was on the second floor over the small stores in a small shopping mall with office-like buildings on the second floor, and I yelled to the other man to be careful because the man was dangerous armed with two handguns and a knife and he had children as hostages and he had probably killed a police officer and probably some of the children already.
I entered the dimly lit office-like building alone, I heard the girl in the distance but there were various turns and corners and small areas, and maybe I heard some other children so I moved quickly trying to reach them before it was too late which left me open to a surprise attack.
The man probably jumped from around a dark corner to kill me with the stolen black police pistol in one hand and his knife in the other hand while his handgun was in his pocket, he probably was smiling and he probably talked as he attacked me saying various terrible things and he seemed like a dangerous pedophile who liked to torture his kidnapped victims before killing them, and I grabbed his arm stopping him from shooting the pistol and I grabbed his other arm stopping him from using the knife and I jumped on his back trying to stop him from using his weapons and trying to disarm him and then choke him unconscious.
He was stronger than I expected and I seemed weaker than normal and so he was able to continue standing with me on his back grappling him, he was able to keep holding his weapons but he could not use them, and at some point I knocked the stolen pistol from his hand so I went for a chokehold but this allowed him to stab me in my hand with his knife stopping my chokehold attempt but I kept holding him anyway even though he was able to either grab his other handgun or he picked up the stolen pistol.
He was smiling and laughing and taunting me, I could feel the pain and I was bleeding, and he was going to push the knife further through my hand to torture me and to try to make me let him go; but I told him that I was not going to let go even if he pushed the knife all the way through my hand so I told him to go ahead and do it because I did not care, I was determined to at least hold him until the other man could enter the building to help me stop him, or that I would keep fighting until I died.
He saw that I was serious and that pushing the knife further to cause me more pain would not stop me so he just held the knife in my hand instead of pushing it further, I refused to let him go and I kept holding him to prevent him from using his weapons on anyone because I was not going to let him hurt those kids or anyone else, and I continued trying to disarm him so that I could finish him with a submission hold or use one of the weapons against him or knock him unconscious.
I was in pain and bleeding and I was not sure how much longer I could hold him before he got free but I was not going to give up, I wondered what was taking the other man so long to enter the building, but I probably woke up as the other man was finally entering the building so I probably yelled to let him know where I was and what was happening and where I heard the girl and maybe the other children.