I had a fun dream.
I was in the parking lot of a Northland store from back home, standing near my car, which seemed to be a VW Beetle. I didn't seem to be myself, exactly, I think I was a British albino kid that I had dreamed about earlier, and I was living in one of his back-story segments. My, or rather his, adoptive mother was there with him.
It was late at night, and some bunch of redneck bikers smashed in the window of a drycleaners and were trying to rob it. I remember thinking "these things always happen when you least expect it, and they're never as flashy or exciting as they look in the movies," and I was strangely calm about it. I ran around to the other side of the car, and tried to get my rifle to stop them before they noticed me.
One of them saw me going for the gun, grabbed my mother, and pointed a knife at her throat. The rifle was single-shot, so I cocked the hammer and tried to get close enough to aim. The thug made a grab at the gun, and I shot him in the chest, but he was wearing a bullet-proof vest. Then he stabbed my mother and threw her to one side. I got pissed, and started swinging the gun at him, but it was proving rather ineffective, as he was at least two or three heads taller than me (I'm at least 5'11", and seemed to be the same height in the dream, so this was a big guy).
He grabbed the gun, but I was expecting it, and grabbed another weapon I had hidden. It seemed to be made of rope and hooks, about 35 to 50, actually, ranging from fishing hooks to big, heavy hooks, longer than my hand. I swung, and raked him quite badly with it, forcing him to back up. I seemed to be getting stronger with each swing, because I knocked away his knife. I swung as hard as I could, but he dodged, and the hooks embedded themselves in a steel candy dispenser by the door to the grocery store, almost tearing it in half.
The guy lost his nerve when he saw that so he surrendered; said he'd just wait for the cops to arrest him, and that he wouldn't give any more trouble. I said that was fine, so I let go of the rope and hooks. Then I punched him, which nearly tore off his jaw and just left it dangling by one side, grabbed him by the neck, and smashed the back of his head into a pipe until his eyeballs fell out and his skull broke open and he hemorrhaged to death almost instantly.
Then it started raining, and the dream switched back to another flashback from this albino British kid from his days at some research institute that reminded me of the old TV show "The Pretender."