Dream CCXXXIV

One morning I was driving along toward downtown when I noticed a large number of cars pulled over to the side.  Ahead, where a bridge crossed the river, one white SUV actually tumbled off the side into the water.  Just then, my windshield suddenly shifted so I couldn't see in front of me, so I pulled over off the road, hoping I wouldn't hit anyone.

I heard what sounded like distant gunfire.  What looked like a half-track with a roof mounted gun drove past me, heading the way I had come.  I couldn't tell if it was military, police, or possibly a terrorist vehicle.

Word was spreading that terrorists were attacking the city.  I got out of my car and started running with a crowd.  We were running through a rather fancy neighborhood, hoping to find a place to hide.

I got in with a couple of other folks into a nice house that seemed to be abandoned.  Night had fallen suddenly, and we were all waiting to hear what the situation was, and what it was becoming.  We heard rumors of houses on fire, and of distant fighting.  Every now and then, jets would thunder overhead.  

It seemed to be calm where we were, but we were still anxious, not knowing what might happen at any moment.  All we could do was listen to the sounds of distant conflict.