This dream played over and over again one night. There was probably more to it, but this is all I could recall:
I'm at home with Cameron, who is some sort of agent, his partner, and his wife and kids.
A woman is at the door and she's holding a folded piece of blue notebook paper. She says nothing, but holds it forward. Don't know who answered the door, but the partner runs to the door and there's the sound of a small explosion and wisps of smoke drift into the entry.
Cameron asks how he managed to take care of it without being hurt and partner says he opened the paper towards the woman. They tell us “they” know where we are now and we have to watch for more of them.
The other wife and I aren't sure what they're talking about until another identical woman appears at the back door, holding another folded piece of paper. Partner goes to the door and tries the same tactic on this one, but it doesn't work. She keeps thrusting the paper at him, saying nothing and with an expressionless face. He grabs the paper and drops it to the floor. Backing away from her she approaches and steps on the paper. She “explodes” into vapor like the previous one.
Since they now know what the inside of the house is like, Cameron says to expect one inside. Partner's wife and I are terrified and gather kids and necessities. I tell the men that I'm taking everyone to the sub basement. We try to make it look like the area has been undisturbed and stack some boxes in front of the door to the small room below the basement. It opens inward so we climb over them to enter and shut the door. I take a mattress and put it in front of us to make it harder to use thermal imaging to find us, and put a towel in front of the crack under the door. The only light is from my laptop which plays a video to calm the kids. I brought with me the laptop, my cell phone and the skype phone.
I can hear gun shots and assorted loud noises upstairs. The door to the basement opens and I can hear someone coming down the stairs. They pause, and it's totally quiet. I've closed the computer and put it behind me. I can hear light footsteps moving about the basement, then they stop in front of the sub-basement door. Seems like an eternity, then the footsteps disappear back up the basement steps and into the house.
I try my cell phone, but there's no coverage. I have a weak internet signal and use the Skype phone to call the men's superior to get help. Am told it's on the way.
More gunshots and hard thumps on the basment ceiling, then quiet. Several minutes pass and then there are footsteps coming down the stairs again. We're terrified of who it might be.
Then I hear Cameron's voice saying it's over and we can come out.
Upstairs is trashed, with bullet holes in things and at least 10 burn scars on the floor and walls. No bodies. Both men are bloodied and wounded. By the look on their faces, I know it's only over for now. We'll have to leave soon, to another location.
