odd and disturbing

I was in japan. Two lowest level yakuza idiots threatened me with knives openly on the street. I held them in place with magic and asked someone nearby where the cops were. they said they didn't know. I realized they weren't saying because they were scared that the yakuza would attack them for helping. Instead of the cops I had the two thugs tell me where they wanted to be taken and they predictably had me lead them to where they all hung out. They others saw that I was using magic to walk their friends around and let me in to see their boss. I explained that these people had been openly talking about how they were yakuza and that it could cause trouble for their organization. The boss agreed that they had made a mistake and would be punished. I told him that I was personally offended because they had offended me by their pathetic threat and if the boss would let me save some face and punish them for him. He agreed that since I'd helped them by bringing them there and keeping them from outing the organization that I would be allowed to punish them. I used their belts to make tourniquet on their right arms. I exchanged pleasantries with the boss while their arms went numb. There was an unmistakable feeling of danger in the room despite all the polite words. The yakuza were interested to see what I was doing and were also very likely going to kill me since they didn’t want anyone knowing where their hideout was. When they were ready everyone watched as, with just my bare hand, I crushed one dude's elbow so completely that it was easy to tear the lower part of his arm completely off. He screamed into a gag. Wielding the arm like a club, I slapped him with his own hand. I then shoved his dismembered arm into the ass of the other thug all the way up to the wrist so that just the hand stuck out. I repeated the processes with the second thug. I then put them butt to butt and made them shake hands. Throughout the process there were various terror responses; vomiting, pissing, shitting, shaking, as well as some clutching weapons and wanting to attack me. The boss sat there quietly the whole time never revealing his fear. Instead of secrecy, he now wanted to kill me because I was a terrifying threat to his organization. I told him that I believe that they were sufficiently punished and, with his permission, I would leave. He nodded and thanked me for my help. I left that audience room and had no sooner closed the door when a bunch of people in this room started shooting me with everything they had. The scene cut to the inside of the audience room and the boss smiled as he heard the gunshots start and eventually stop. To his horror I opened the door and showed that all of the people who’d tried to shoot me were hanging in the air about a foot off the ground; a black band around their necks preventing them from screaming or breathing. In syrupy tones I regretfully told him that some more of his men had offended me but instead of waiting for him to speak I snapped my fingers and the band around their necks constricted until it cut their heads off and they tumbled to the ground. There was a bloodbath of arterial spray. It splattered the walls and pooled on the floor but none of it touched me. I’d splatter against some sort of invisible barrier. In a shaky voice the boss apologized for his men and in a wheedly voice hoped that I wouldn’t blame them for their actions. I told him I wouldn’t but suggested that he might want to have someone clean up this mess. I turned and left the building. There were police outside. I was arrested. The dream broke down. Disjointed scenes of a police precinct. I had clammed up and demanded a lawyer. Lots of cops questioning me in various ways. I woke up and felt disgusted and disturbed