This is a dream...
A few friends of mine are trapped in an arrangement with the New York Mafia. They want to escape but are afraid to run away or confront their tormentors.
I am an uninvolved bystander. The dream develops and I decided to 'do something about the situation.'
There are hundreds of gangsters and my only weapon is a toy Tommy gun.
Fortunately I have telepathic abilities (as you do...?)
So I ascertain the location of the Mafia headquarters from reading the minds of a couple of heavies that come round for 'Protection Money.'
A bit of a battle occurs. I seem to be able to detect an opponent with violent intentions and run them to sleep by pointing the toy gun at them and shouting 'Bang!' in a loud voice.... (Don't try this at home folks)
So I track down the Godfather chap. But somehow he takes me by surprise. He puts a gun to the back of my head and tries to remember how to pull the trigger. (Good old Telepathy comes in useful again!)
Police burst in a shoot him with real guns.
I wake up.
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