Weird Dream

 So in this dream I'm a somewhat buff dude down south and I had just seen on TV that there had been a reported bigfoot attack, and I agreed to babysit a friend's daughter when she had to leave for the night (in light of recent events). The girl kept hearing noises outside and when I wasn't looking, she went outside on the porch, I hear a scream and come running, and sure enough there's a fucking sasquatch charging her. I jumped over the rail movie hero style and chased the thing faster than a thought I could run and pounced on it, grabbing it's head and chest fur and shouted "If you fucking move I'll break your damn neck!" (Had no weapon with me). I thought it could have been a human crook or prankster but it definitely didn't seem like it, then it threw me off and ran away...genuinely seeming frightened. The next day I talked to "the boys", and they believed me and we decided to go on a sasquatch hunt (to shoot it) that night. Late that evening I was driving home from the store to pick up supplies in a Ford muscle car (not sure if it was a Mustang or GT), and I had to dump some trash from unpacking stuff in the car (I had everything laid out on the passenger seat in the car and take a leak so I stopped into a local bar and grill. I got chatting with a guy and Bitch Boy owner (who was bartending) came over and saw me and was like "look, if you're gonna loiter, use our bathroom and trash, you'd better be a damn paying customer!" I looked at him dead in the eyes and was like "Fine, I'm hungry anyway" I ordered something, waited for it, then sat down at a window seat to eat (at this point it was sunset). Some random guy came and sat across from me and was like "Yo, I heard you talking about the sasquatch attacks" so I told him about the time I tackled it (or one of 'em). Just then I saw something moving in the woods across the river the bar was on...a bloody sasquatch. I dropped my fork on my plate and pointed with a shaking finger "Look! Over there, I see it!" "Where?!" but by the time he turned around it was gone. "I swear I saw it, in those  trees right over there" Seconds later two human figures game running after it. I saw two bright flashes and heard the POW...POW of two guns firing. "I'm missing the hunt!" I gobbled down my food, paid, then yeeted. When I got home I grabbed my gun out of the cabinet and started prepping it to join the hunt (yeah, totally go alone at night, good way to get squatched). It was then that "the boys" arrived back. "Did you kill it?!" "No...we saw it though, but never hit it" "How did you miss?! The thing is a size of a bear!" At this point it's pertinent to mention we were all antique gun fanatics...so these numpties brought muzzle loading muskets...that may not have even had rifling (can't remember if they were flintlock or caplock), or maybe these guys were just shit. I just sighed as they tossed their weapons on my couch. My gun was a cheap POS replica...or more of like a gun that was meant to look old but somehow used phillips head screws (also lever action not muzzle load). I was fitting the bayonet on (also held on by phillips screws) when I heard a noise outside. Last thing I remember before I woke up was *CICK-CLAK* "Lock and load baby...time to KILL!"