As you get closer, you suddenly realize that the person on the path is you! You look different somehow. You look good, happy, peaceful.
You ask yourself a question:
Is this me in a parallel world maybe?
But then you notice that on of them pulls a gun on you. All of a sudden he starts talking to you and you hear this strange, full of despise voice. He says: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?
You think to your self...
"you know... I DO feel LUCKY"
OR
"I've never been lucky... nothing ever goes right for me... now I've got a gun pointed in my face put there by me! This goes down as a pretty bad day."
You're about to start talking to them, when you realize you can't actually open your mouth. It's kind of sealed. "What shall I do to communicate then?", you think:
Wave frantically in front of them
Or attempt to communicate via telepathy.
You begin playing charades.