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I don’t recall much from last night, but the part that stands out in my RAM is that I was a police officer. I remember running up behind a bad guy, who was about 2 feet taller than me, and slamming my police baton into the back of his knee.

Theoretically, the person should then drop to ground, but not this guy.

He slowly turned around sporting a big grin on his face.
I whacked him again. He laughed.

I walloped him a good one. He chuckled.

I did a flying overhand crack to the skull. He was laughing hysterically.

Then he proceeded to beat the living snot out of me. He left me laying there, just a lumpy bag of skin and protruding bones.

Then I woke up, sweating, my back feeling like my spine was sticking out.