Shooting at redcoats

Date: 11/21/2018

I see someone a very far distance away across a large field. Buildings in distance. Made of wood. Fighting. Vicious. Redcoats. I fire shots but not gun shots, like a wizard? I don't aim, I feel where the shots should go. Don't look at target, sense it. I miss though but get close. I get my targets attention, and they ride my way. They wear redcoats, and the leader has a black wig which is curly and long like a cavalier. He is frightening and aggressive. Blood on him. I am angry and point a shotgun at him and his party. He rides past me without fear. Looks at me almost challengingly and dismissively. Trots past. I am on a kind of double decker horse drawn wagon. I threaten the men passing. The last one is on foot and seems to consider taking me on, but decides against it and continues walking past.