I am wearing a pair of slightly over-sized white pajamas, my hair down, as if I were getting ready for bed. I am in a room with a lot of men sitting in front of computers and a few other men standing around in uniforms. I am trying to warn them that there is a group of people coming who plan on taking the energy source and we have to do something to better guard the energy source. The men don't take me seriously and I realize that there is no use trying to reason with them. I run to the area where I know the source is contained. Up ahead is a glass wall with glass doors. I do not even slow down as I run, barefoot, towards the doors which slide open for me. I run along an elevated walkway, noticing that there are no guards in the room. I feel a mixture of relief and frustration. If there were guards, they would very likely have shot me to keep me from getting to the source but because there are none I can easily get there. I reach the glass room where the energy source is kept and quickly type in the passcode to open the doors. I am inside and about to get the energy source to move it to a safe location when I feel and hear a massive explosion. Everything around me shakes and I realize that it is too late. I need to hide if I am going to get out of this alive. I leave the room and go around it towards the back where there is a stairway. I slip down the stairs and into a custodian's room. Because of the explosion, everything in the room has fallen. I grab a blanket and cover myself up with it. I then grab a laundry basket and pull it, upside down, on top of the blanket to better disguise the shape of my body beneath. I wait, trying to control my breath so that the people won't find me. Time passes. I eventually decide to emerge from my hiding place. I start walking around, carefully so as not to be noticed but I am spotted and quickly surrounded by six to eight of these people. They throw me to the ground and one of them holds a very small gun to my head. I do not close my eyes and prepare myself for the impact of the bullet and the death to immediately follow when the guy near my feet and to the right notices my orange toe nails. In the moment of distraction, I am able to grab the gun and toss it away, over the side where it falls away. The one who was holding the gun is angered but then distracted by my toe nails. The discussion about my toe nails turns into a debate as to whether or not I have a disease that made my toe nails an unnatural color or are they fake toe nails and why would I use false toe nails.