we were arrayed inside a building, waiting for a raid. we could see them outside, preparing to come in the door. they were in suits. the building decor was mostly white. I was on the upper balcony, peering out through the front door from behind the bannisters. one guy, leading them but not in charge? I knew him, anyhow. he was thin, with dark hair and a skinny dark tie.

they were obviously ready to come in. I got tired of waiting. I grabbed a silver gun from the person next to me, and sighted, and fired. the result sort of spun lazily around. it was a flare gun but shot little flares. the guy laughed at me. disgusted, I got my own gun, sighted, and fired. the bullet punched through the glass without shattering, and hit him in the lower left side. he looked up at me, annoyed but apparently not wounded terribly. must have had a vest on.

we jump to later, they have raided and are inside. many people are wounded, dying, dead. I am sitting, leaning against the bannister, while he stands in front of me. we are both still armed. we exchange words, which have unfortunately faded out. basically a movie like confrontation of armed adversaries which would never happen in real life.

he reaches down with his gun, and slices my left breast, a cut about an inch long. it's a raw display of claimed power, and bothers me more than I let show.

the rest is too badly faded as the dog woke me up.