Planes, Bombs, War

Not sure where I was - but I was somewhere in the open with lots of grass and a few big blocky white buildings. There was a war going on - I remember seeing jets above dropping bombs or shooting missiles. I kept running into different buildings and each building I went into, there were tons of people in a panic. I remember thinking "If I stay in this building, what if it gets bombed?" So I just kept running in and out of buildings. The thought of be being in a targeted building made me shake. I thought to myself, "I'd rather just get shot with a gun than explode and burn in a building." I went into one dim building that had rooms and was crowded with a bunch of asian college kids, just lounging and sleeping. Why were they so calm? I went into a small dingy bathroom - with a window. It had several pieces to it - so I was sitting there breaking the window with my hands slowly, taking it apart piece by piece. Until I realized I could have just popped out the entire frame instead of taking out each piece of glass. After I was done, I was looking at the hole and realized "I'm not going to fit through this damn hole."

I somehow found my way out of the building and then there was nothing but grass, trees, fog and a huge green hilly mountain. I was thinking "I should run up this mountain and hide." As soon as I started to run - the road to the mountain was packed with a bunch of people wearing straw china man hats. I panicked.

Started running... and observing how the planes were only bombing buildings. What if I laid in the grass? It was tall enough so they couldn't see me. I laid in the grass, but someone found me and kicked my back. I got up and started running. I remember thinking to myself "If I were to get a green blanket, and attach plants/branches/leaves on it and lay down under it - they'll never see me from the planes."

I was in a car with someone, a male - don't remember who he was or his face. We started driving up the road to the mountain and came across a gate. We got out of the car and were standing next to this ticket machine - that would spit out numbers. Of what significance, I don't remember. First few numbers that shot out were 24. Then 10. But that wasn't the number the guy I was with, was looking for. He was frustrated and pounding the ticket machine.