crossed sticks

Date: 4/28/2016

I was with a group or gang. We all had different weapons. There was a symbol for each of us. I carried two bats or sticks so my symbol was crossed sticks I visited a store to see if they had shoes my size. They didn't, but they sold a hat with a piece of cloth that fell over the back of the neck to protect from the sun. It was for emergency situations or hikers. My comrades thought it was dumb, but I liked it and purchased one. I only had 45 dollars and this was on sale. I left the store to discover we had found our subject. She was a girl at the place I worked. The girl was obsessed with me. She had photos of me all around her room. This should have been concerning, but I liked it. For some reason we had to take elevators to find her. Each location required an elevator ride. The particular elevator to reach my problem was shaped like the interior of a washing machine and could only transport one person at a time. At some point either I, or someone in my group, had to shoot a uniquely shaped sniper rifle at a target. We missed. As a result we had to take the elevator somewhere else.