I'm in a building that's arranged like the inside of a bus, with an aisle down the middle, but tables on both sides, as if it's a restaurant. It seems like a temporary, portable building, and the large windows on all sides offer an unobstructed view to the outside.

We're being attacked, as if in a war. We see a few war planes fly by, and some paratroopers land in distant parts of the city, and smoke rising. The city isn't familiar.

Suddenly there are enemy paratroopers everywhere, landing right around us. One throws a grenade right through the window, into the corner of our building, where about four people are seated at a table, and everybody scrambles to get out of there before it explodes. I run to a door, that is at the end of the bus, but on the long side, and down the stairs to outside, but just then another grenade lands just feet away from me. For a moment I consider picking it up and throwing it - it looks like an insulator from an old telephone pole - but I don't know when it would explode, and that would certainly blow my arm off. So I just start to run, although another grenade has landed not that far away in the direction I'm running, and I don't want to get too close to it either.