Last night.

 I got a dream.

 When I escaping from the jail.

 I’m meeting a thief.

 I yelling to him:   Freeze! put your gun down, now!

 If you didn’t.

 I will shoot on your head.

The thief looked at me.

 Obviously he didn’t know what to say.

 He still hold his gun and stand there.

 I speak to him again.

 This is last chance.

 Throw out your gun.

 Look me in your eyes.

 Don’t move.

 Unless you want to die.

 When I say the last words to him.

 I saw his pents were wet.