Funny you posted that.
>be me, last night, dreaming
>look out window and realize BLM is throwing a chimpout in my neighborhood.
>run to my door to make sure it's locked, only for some lower primate with a shit-eating grin to look in and start turning the knob
>throw full weight against door and get the deadbolt in place
>turn to yell a warning about what's happening
>he's outside in the back with two other whites, tearing the shit out of some invading groids with a hockey stick... which is weird since he doesn't play hockey
>scream with fear and rage
>go blasting out my back door and tackle one of them
>other one runs away
>son and unknown extras proceed to fuck him up as I jump clear
>the other two whites run off in pursuit
>tell my son that he has to guard his sisters and repel all boarders
>"Where are you going?!"
>"Your mom's at the store! I have to get her!"
>son pulls out handgun
>"Where the hell did you get this?!"
>"Later! Take it with you and get back soon with mom!"
>check the clip
>30 bullets about the size and length of your average power drill screwdriver bits
>scene cuts to me screaming at my wife to get in
>she says I'm acting weird
>I peel out instead of replying
>we're heading into our neighborhood
>tons of blacks doing that thing they do where they block traffic and then descend on the poor people in the vehicle to kill them
>there is only one sure fire way to deal with this
>floor it and send my SUV crashing into line after line of people whose lives no longer matter because they're done
>"Shut up shut up shut *BANG!* up shut up--"
>missed a few
>hang a 180°
>"I can't believe you're doing this! You aren't the man I married!"
>"Don't distract me while I'm driving"
>several afro-bearing speedbumps go under
>get back to house
>drive onto lawn and take more of them out
>Son has been gathering neighbors into our house for a bit of the ol' Alamo action
>hunting rifles galore, couple of handguns
>I start firing my weird gun, and the tiny bullets punch holes in the invaders the size of mandarin oranges
>son's got something that would make your average elephant reconsider his charge
>"Where the hell are you getting these guns?!"
>in dream time, we fought for about an hour until the cops finally graced us with their presence
>SWAT and regulars
>Expect to get arrested
>Cops subvert expectations and open up with tasers, water-cannon, nightsticks, and, eventually, guns
>the gunmen flood out of my house, giving chase
>the cops are cheering them on, which should have been a dead giveaway that it was a dream
>something VERY rare for me happens
>dog, IRL outside the dream, cuddles into me because he's cold, waking me up slightly
>I'm lucid dreaming
>fly after two who are about to attack a white teenager girl
>grab them both by neck
>make their necks melt using my hands
>now we're cookin'
>proceed to mop floor with as many as I can get my hands on
>eventually, they've either escaped, been arrested, or been killed
>watch the sun rise on the chaos and damage and then wake up
One of the most satisfying dreams I've ever had. I don't dream of killing regular black people, but the rape-ape pieces of shit who commit mass crimes while screaming "BLM!" need to be purged. Having super powers was just the icing on the cake.