It is afternoon, I've just finished up with some task out in the country, and now I'm heading back to my office, on the country roads. I drive out in a certain direction that I think is right, but the road curves and seems to be taking me away from town, away from where I want to go. I pull out my phone, and try to type in the first few letters of "audio precision", hoping it will complete it for me, but it doesn't, and I feel like it's too hard to do this while driving, especially with a car following close behind me, so I set my phone aside and look for a place to pull over.

I see a road going off to the left, so I take it down an embankment so steep that I'm not entirely sure if I'll be able to get back up, and stop in a small flat area 20 feet or so below the road, out of sight.

The car that was behind me follows me down there, and then the guy gets out, I get out to see what he wants, and he pulls out a knife. "What do you want," I ask, "just the money?"

He says yeah he just wants money, so I pull out my wallet and give him all the bills in there, several hundred dollars. I'm bantering with him as I do so, just like "that's ok, sounds like you need the money more than I do", just trying to defray the situation.

But even with the money, he isn't finished. With the knife, he backs me into a cabin that is right there, and an accomplice appears, and they start searching my pockets. They find my red mp3 player and start looking it over, and I say "seriously? That's worth like $10. You don't want that." I'm not sure why, but it seems important to me not to lose it, perhaps for the data that is on it.

They seem interested in the SD card that is in the mp3 player, but then the accomplice says "nah, that's totally like 10 years old", and they give it back to me.

I end up in a different room in the small cabin, with 8 or so other people that seem to be held hostage. The guy with the knife is in the other room, so I whisper to the rest of those in the room "ok, when he comes back in, let's just all jump him and beat the crap out of him!"

Somebody asks "And then what?" and I start to say that we'll tie him up and call the cops, but I realize that we don't have anything to tie him with. I look around and find some small bits of climbing rope, so I grab them, saying "We'll tie him with these."

Everybody is kind of sitting around the outside walls of the otherwise empty room, except for one girl who gets up, and I start yelling at her to get down or we'll beat her up, apparently thinking she's one of the perpetrators, but then I realize she is one of us and apologize. The accomplice of the knife guy is on the floor, or on a bed, either tied down or just being compliant, realizing he is far overpowered.

Then the guy with the knife comes back in the room, and it's go-time. But he's holding the dual-edged knife out in front of him, and everybody realizes it's not that easy to tackle and overwhelm him without somebody getting cut, so everybody holds back a few seconds, waiting for the attack to happen. Though I'm afraid of the knife too, I step forward and grab the sleeve of his knife-hand, pulling it toward me but hopefully pulling him off balance and making it hard for him to control the knife... and then I wake up.