The bomb defusal and swat teams are called in and a building is surrounded as multiple explosives have been found within the stairwell and hostages have been taken on the third floor. Among police staff is an infamous woman known for executing and assassinating officers who make her look bad. An officer who can be seen in the background on a television broadcast by news stations loitering or chatting casually and unnecessarily on their phone is shot from a distance. This only needs to occur twice in one swoop. I and a small team of two others enter the building for defusal. It's quiet and empty. It feels abandoned and like an apocalypse with food and paper left at desks. We move forward slowly hoping to make a path that can be considered safe until reaching the elevator. Going up The lift reaches the lobby and opens to reveal one of many large and complicated bombs strapped to the floor. One of us is directed to take the staircase up the the second floor where the lift goes, and me and my male colleague enter inside. We begin examining and defusal operations. Suddenly, the elevator closes and begins moving upward. Why? We stare at each other as the lift reaches the second floor. A click can be heard. I step off in the single second the door is open, but it closes again immediately trapping my male colleague. Me and the female colleague stand in silence. The bomb reaches the third floor. There is no click to be heard for it to have reached there. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. There is no click. All lights turn out from the windows that should have been shining sunshine through into the tall lobby. It's as though the building is floating solemnly in black space. No words and no sound comes out. I can't speak. I'm panicking. I'm panicking. I wake up screaming and can't stop for five to ten seconds until I realize that it was just a dream. I feel sick and scared of my own bedroom. I want to eat. I can't take it. I just want to sleep. I'm hot.