Screaming or howling

6-year-old <PERSON> (not famous yet, but getting there) and a 6-year-old brown haired girl (nicknamed Brownie in this post) are both adopted by a lady (<PERSON>). <PERSON> is the favorite, so Brownie is my charge/buddy. She is really sweet, but a bit jealous of <PERSON>. So us two are outside in a park playing, and <PERSON> and <PERSON> are inside a CD shop that has no walls about 50 yards away. There are four boys playing basketball next to us, and the ball hits D in the face. He gets all mad, throws the ball the opposite direction, and screams at the boys that if they touch the ball again he will kill them. (D in real life is so nice I am having trouble believing that it was him) Of course, the boys go get the ball again, D runs after them, I scream at them to stop but they do not, I run and take Brownie with me so she does not have to see, eventually the boys outrun D and D passes out from exhaustion and the boys escape mostly unharmed. We run back to the CD shop, I see a bunch of bald men throwing spears at targets mounted on trees. A <PERSON>-looking guy comes and shows the spearmen his missile launcher. My mind switches to the one of a spearmen, and I am forced to shoot the launcher. I refuse to shoot anyone, so I shoot a boulder. My mind switches back to my dream character, and I grab <PERSON>, <PERSON> grabs Brownie, and we run. <PERSON> calls me <PERSON>, but as we run a missile comes shooting at us out of the blue. It goes all slow-mo and I avoid it by inches. Another one comes but it is not slow-mo, but it passes us and hit a brick wall. My view shifts and I see it coming out the other side of the wall, heading toward two freaked-out cartoon sheep. I always wake up right before something bad happens (luckily)