I'm in the living room at my parents'. We see some war planes out the window, and wonder what they're doing, but don't feel threatened until suddenly they start firing directly at us with bullets and lasers. Everybody dives for cover, and then somebody starts lobbing these little bombs through the window. They are a little smaller than a tennis ball, and each in different colors. The explosions are not huge, just enough to affect a radius of two or three feet around, but when you see one coming through the window, you have to dodge away quickly to avoid the effect. I manage to dodge several of them, and feel pretty adept at avoiding them.

Then me and somebody are planning some sort of counter-invasion.