I am driving along a complicated highway together with someone. We are looking for an exit and miss it just as I recognize it. We turn around and drive until we reach the mall. As I enter the mall I understand that it is war and the mall is being bombed. People are running in each direction to escape. I step onto an escalator, but is it going up or down? Perhaps down. I see some other people rush this way as well, and the further down I get the calmer it is. It is a little surprising that it could be safer below. Or am I ascending?

I am walking with A. It is dusk. Two men are walking nearby and they strike up a conversation with A. A. teases them. They answer in a dry and slightly irritated voice. They both look buff and well-trimmed. A. continues to make fun of them and I feel a little worried about how they will react to it. We don't know these people at all and A. is really pushing it. I am afraid. I want to tell A. to stop but I don't. We come to the end of the block and A. is walking a little behind the rest of us and I can hear one of the guys telling the other one, ' I think we can take him down for good, between you and I.' I am mortified. They don't know A. can't fight even if he has the looks of a football player! I cry and beg them to not do it. I shout, 'You don't know what could happen! You could kill him! He is very weak!' They do not care and now we are inside a warehouse. A. is being kicked, punched, and beaten mercilessly by a group of six or more men. He cannot fight back even though he tries. I try to kick some of the men but I don't know if it has any effect on them. It is horrible! A. is now sagging toward the floor and fall down while trying to protect himself. Now I see more people enter the room. They are all men. To my surprise they rush toward the thugs and begin to beat them up instead of attacking A. I take the chance and I run over to A. He is lying there motionless. I tell him this is our only chance to get out of here. I tell him I know he can barely move but he will have to ignore it now or worse things might happen. We manage to balance ourselves. A. is so beat up he can barely stand. We exit another door and it is light outside. We see a street that looks inviting and soon we have disappeared into the labyrinth of the city.

It is war. The enemy is closing up. Our side is out on a mission and we know they are not far away. I stand on my grandmother's yard. A group of people are present and we are all bracing ourselves for what is about to happen. Together with some other people I try to find a better place to hide. Now I am inside grandmother's house and I look out the livingroom window. I see a periscope sticking up from the grassy edge of the field nearby. The enemy! It is probably a sniper. I duck. The phone rings and it is my dad. As I take another short look out the window I see mother! She is standing upright right outside the window and has no idea the sniper is nearby! I shout at her through the window, telling her to duck and get out of there as soon as she can! She hears me and looks at me through the window. I am filled with fear of what could happen. I stand upright now even if I am in danger. I want my mother to be safe as well. My dad hears me scream. He is at their house half a mile away.

Now I am in another room at my grandmother's house. I am looking for material so I can make a periscope. The room is filled with all kinds of tools. The room used to be a dining room but is now resembling a garage with low shelves filled with tools. I find some small mirrors and a plastic tube. The idea is to make a makeshift periscope that is as small as possible. The mirror pieces obviously have to be cut, but how? Someone is here with me and we try to mold the plastic tube with some copperwire. We don't want the mirror pieces to reflect any sun and thus give away our location. I am trying to think of a way to assemble the whole darn periscope. The one I saw in the field looked very similar.