(Male) I was standing among a cluster of adults watching a group of young people flying paper airplanes. One of these kids had made a highly experimental looking design that sort of looked like a double-ended spoon or maybe like a propeller. One of the adult males looked down at this kid and said “That’ll never work, kid. Give up now.” I said “Let him try it. Maybe he can get it to work.” Then this guy, the adult, turned around with two of his buddies and stared at me. He became immense. He reached out and wrapped one of his hands around my throat. The other hand he grabbed my crotch like he was going to crush my balls. He lifted me off the ground and then he clamped his teeth onto my nose like he was going to bite it off. I did not back down. I said “Only a weak man counters a verbal threat with physical violence.” He held me there while his friends looked on. Still I didn’t back down or beg to be released.
Next thing I knew, everyone had vanished, the bully, his buddies, the paper airplane throwers. I was alone.