My Dream:

I was in a restaurant or bank (or both?) and a guy was sitting at a table with a girl talking to her. Standing near and facing him was a guy with an unloaded crossbow. There were other customers in the place.

The guy sitting down with the girl looked over at crossbow man and made a disparaging remark clearly aimed at him. The man with the weapon got angry, pulled out an arrow, loaded it into his crossbow, aimed at the guy sitting down…and fired.

The arrow missed its mark and struck the wall behind him. I rushed over, snatched up the front end of the broken arrow and quickly headed out the door. I looked at the broken arrow and saw it had a sharp, razor tip.

I peered into the front window of the establishment from a near distance and it looked like he was holding the place hostage brandishing the crossbow in anger.

There was a shopping mall next door so I ducked in.

Soon the police stormed into the establishment…and the situation ended.

That’s it. That’s my dream.

THE END.