It's World War 2 time. I'm on one side as a civilian. We're in Prague or somewhere and somehow I land up at a warsite that's a swimming pool. There's 4-5 of us and we all dive in. There's heavy shelling going on, and some of the blasts are missing us narrowly. It's quite scary and I'm telling the others to keep themselves safe. Some of the others die from the shelling. Somehow 3 of us survive. Then a small UFO looking thing flies above the pool, detects the other 2 moving and shoots a kind of bullet or something that kills them. Then it comes for me. At first I'm able to evade it by lying very still in the water. Then something pulls me back, and the UFO is able to detect me. It hovers to a stop right above my head and shoots the bullet. I feel a numbing and the lights go out.
I'm at some kind of cottage where it's quiet and peaceful. In it, my parents are having lunch. Noodles and some curry. There's some kind of TV on, on which they're watching the war unfold. I'm still numb, so I'm thinking to myself if this is what death feels like it's awesome and not something to be scared of at all. But we have to go again because the shelling will get us. So we get out of that space. We're now at some kind of small port where people are rushing to get on a boat. The shelling continues. Some kind of God command goes off in the sky and it orders a change of viewing resolution of the war. The visual mechanism obeys, and all the equipment changes to high resolution displays. Suddenly everyone is so much clearer. We're again clamoring to get on the boats while some people fall off and drown in the water.
