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I’ve never seen or been to this place before: a war ravaged city landscape with overcast skies. I was with a group of people that I knew well. They were my fellow soldiers (however, in my awake world I can’t even recall their faces). We all hunched down behind some sort of barricade. Someone shouted that we were out of ammunition. I refused to believe him. I looked down at the weapon I carried. It was quite familiar to me (although how that was possible I can’t rationally explain).