I witnessed a long, intense prison takeover. Every second was filled with tension, and around every corner there was fear. I don't know how it all started. I see a massive man beating another to a bloody pulp. The whole place is made of concrete. For the most part, the chalky grey concrete dominated every scene. People were also covered with this greyness, it looked like volcano ash. There has been some security breach, and all the prisoners are roaming free. Some of the prison guards have been rounded into one place in the mess hall. Everything has been destroyed. The benches and tables are splintered pieces, and even pots and pans have dents in them. One of the prisoners is picking off the hostages one by one, slowly, methodically, mechanically. He waits between each bullet, swinging a pistol side to side, he closes his eyes, as if in deep contemplation, soaking in their cries and screams of pain. The others can do nothing but watch, they are frozen in place, they know they can be next at any time. Some are leaning against the wall huddled, heads down. One young man is shaking, crying, and praying. I hear a sound akin to that of machine gun rounds being fired off outside. This sound is repeated sporadically. It is very loud and extended. At least it drowns out those crying for help, and the sound of those being beaten. Some of the prisoners are fighting each other too in other parts of the prison.
... I'm so icked about by this dream. No more.