I was living in this small apartment, by myself. It was a ground floor apartment, so whenever I left it I was already on the street level. It seems my family lived nearby, but something was up: one (or some) of them, or at least some person I trusted, had sent people to take pictures of me, for some reason. I'm not really sure what they were up to, but it wasn't good, and could potentially put me in danger. I remember being photographed some times. At some point I was inside my apartment, when I notice a girl on the street with a small digital camera. The girl had blond or light brown hair around shoulder length and was taking pictures of me. She was only a few meters away from me. The door to the apartment was open and I was near it, so basically there was only the length of the sidewalk and part of the street (she was standing in the space between two parked cars - one was a common car, the other was an old Kombi (http://tarrascao.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/kombi1vd7.jpg)).

She took some pictures before I could react, but when I did run, things happened quite fast. As usual in my dreams I was highly skilled and fast. Remember, the next few scenes happened in mere seconds: I ran pretty fast towards her, so I was around a meter away when she was just setting down the camera. Suddenly I leap somewhat high (my feet were in the same height as her chest). I then tilt my head slightly to my right, so my feet land together on the back of the Kombi. I then push down on it and jump again, to the left. Right after the car-jump, I spin my body extending my right leg on a kick, aiming the side of her head. Still, she manages to defend herself - fast as I might have been, I misjudged the car-jump and didn't use the proper amount of strength, so I didn't have enough momentum for the kick.

Still, it was enough to surprise her. Still in the air, I spread my legs, landing with the right foot on the back of the Kombi and the left on the front of the other car (picture an upside-down Y). I still had the height advantage. The girl pulls out a pistol - it looks like a Beretta (http://world.guns.ru/handguns/beretta92fs.jpg), except it had a body made of plastic, or at least a similar material. I grab it before she can shoot, point it up, away from me, then manage to pull it off of her hands, turning it to point at her head. Still, she isn't totally impressed - she says that I can't stop her or anyone else of taking the pictures. She says there was nothing I could do about it.