I'm parked downtown (Portland) in my truck. There is a small toddler in the back (cargo/dog area), apparently the child of my friend. Somebody comes to the back of my truck and tries to open the hatch, apparently to grab the toddler. I jump out and run around to the back of the truck, placing myself between the perpetrator and the hatch. This guy is huge, and it's apparent that I have no chance to beat him in a fight; I just need to delay him enough for the kid to get to safety. "You want that kid, you'll have to go through me," I say, putting up my fists.

I don't remember the fight itself, but apparently my mission prevails. There is something big going on downtown, and after some time I end up in an empty room on the third or fourth floor, everything is over, and I'm not sure what to do next. I think I should call someone, maybe my parents, and tell them what happened.