I am walking past a store where the police are literally having to break in because there is apparently a problem inside. At the corner I cross the street when this strange man approaches me. He grabs me and is clearly about to assault me but I start fighting back, calling for the police who are only a few yards away from me. The police do not come but then I see a strange looking man sort of rise over the other man's shoulder and he raises his arm to hit the man on the head with something. I say thank you as the saving blow comes down and the man on top of me falls onto me unconscious. I am grateful but I notice a strange look in the second man's eyes. He leans over the man under whom I am trapped and reaches forward with something that I quickly realize is a taser type weapon. Again, I start screaming for the police and fighting, trying to get out from under the unconscious man as I fight to protect myself from the other man who is trying to knock me unconscious. I slowly manage to get the taser turned around on the man and also figure out how to trigger the mechanism, affectively knocking him out. I manage to finally get free from the weight of the first man’s body and I rush to where the police are calmly walking around the store. I try to tell them what happened and they are unfazed by what I have to say, completely uninterested because it is obvious I am not being attacked at the moment. Something inside of me snaps and I reach over for a box in which there are several rows of paper cranes which I have made. I try to show them to the police but, again, they ignore me. I tell them that there are 66 cranes but they politely ask me to leave the premises. As I am leaving, holding my box of cranes very close and muttering to myself I say something about how I have over 100 paper cranes. Over my shoulder I hear one of the officers say, “I thought you said you only had sixty-six,” in a mocking tone.