I wos living in some house at the edge of a cliff. someone came and rang the doorbell and i looked souside and there was a line of native americans down below in front of trees. they started attacking, and then i heard gunfire as well. mobsters started coming out behind the trees with guns, the natives hired them to help kill me. they didn’t seem to care though and shot through them all before trying to get closer to my door. i had some pressure powered gun that shot bolts of water which wasn’t seeming to do much good. eventually the tide came in and lifted them all up tho my doorway. i used a towel to try and push the water out as they fought to get in.
later on, i traveed through time to visit this area and ws talking with the version of myself who had fought the people off. he was still dirty and tired and bruised. we basically traded off times to live in.