It started out as a pleasant dream, multiple children running around enjoying themselves. Then, it jumped to myself and two law enforcement officers putting two girls , one dark haired and one blonde, into an SUV. We start racing away from the house and I notice three people on, what looked like, dirt bikes following us. The first guy pulls out a gun and shoots out the back window. He then tosses in a grenade, which lands in the back of the car. For whatever reason, the pin was pulled, but not live. I click the grenade and throw it back at him. It blows up, but he just seemed to disappear. A second guy throws another grenade, but I was able to throw it back in time and he just disappears too. Guy #3 pulls up alongside us and begins to shoot into the back driver-side window and I throw myself on top of the girls to protect them. I get shot multiple times and slide off of them, leaving them vulnerable. Both girls get shot, but the one on the passenger-side is shot the worst. I climb back over them and the dark-haired girl grabs my arm, looks me in the eyes, and says “He wants me. What do I think of when he is hurting me?” At this point, I’m crying. I look her in her eyes and tell her, “Just think of me protecting you from him.” Next thing I know, she has opened the back passenger door and is gone. I look over to check on the other girl, and she is crying too. Another scene change, we are in a hospital, and I am refusing treatment until I know the second girl is okay. I eventually see her and she is fine, laughing like nothing had happened. Then I woke up crying.