I am in a strange city. I have no idea where it is, but I am with familiar people. It is a pretty ordinary day, nothing notable nor remarkable happening.
The street is on a hill. It is curved towards the right, where, at the apex, there is a large building. It is imposing and dominating. Also, very secret. There are no signs, nothing to reveal what is going on inside.
There are armed guards at the doors and around the perimeter, but that does not appear to disturb anyone. People are milling around and walking past the building without noticing it.
The building itself is made of concrete and glass. There is a front entrance, with a roof supported by two massive pillars, where the cars ca drop off the people.
The sun is shining brightly. I take my sunglasses out and put them on. I look to my companions and they shrug. Time to move along.
We head towards the shop selling Christmas goods. There is nothing on display and all the attendees tell us they are closed, we should go elsewhere.
It was then the fire starts. I don’t know what causes it, but it very quickly engulfs the entire wooden building. We run to the street and there is chaos and mayhem everywhere.
People, a look of sheer terror in their eyes, are running here, there and everywhere. Panic has taken hold of the street.
It seems that the source of all the trouble is the Concrete Compound. Without truly knowing why, I walk towards it. A group of people I don’t really know follows me.
I yell something at the guards. They turn, see me and continue on their stoic patrol.
Something is not quite right about that building. I can feel it in my stomach. I look around and see the same look of mistrust in my newly found companion’s eyes.
“We must storm the building.”
Everyone nods. There is a crane nearby, with a suspended platform. A group of ten , including myself, climbs on top and we instruct the crane operator to swing us around in circles by the entrance to the compound.
As we go by we yell, unintelligible screams, meant to distract the guards. By the third time going around the guards open fire on the crowd with machine guns.
Bullets everywhere. Screams. Pain. Blood. I take out my phone and start filming. The platform continuing to go round.
Everyone else on the platform follows suit.
The machine guns stop firing at the crowd. They are turned up towards us on the platform.
They open fire.
I wake up. Muscles tensed, bracing for impact.